Hailstar streaked along the open moor, her paws in rythem wirh her breathing. The ground below her blurred as she foucused on the white bobbing tail just a mouse-length in front of her. She leaped, landing squarely on the rabbit and finishing it off with a quick bite to the neck. Hailstar picked up her prey and started in a trot back to camp, enjoying the wind in her whiskers as she dragged the rabbit from the moor.