Tornfoot growls under her breath and shakes her hind leg a little bit. The wound's finally starting to close, but it still itches like mad and she knows she's not supposed to scratch at it. She sighs and settles back into a crouch. All she needs is a squirrel or a rabbit or something, then she can go ask Spottedleaf for some poppy seeds.
A noise in the underbrush. Tornfoot's ears flick forward and her crouch becomes a hunting stalk. She sees a flash of fur, black on white. Too big for prey. A rival Clan cat? No, the smell is wrong, but she can't pinpoint what the thing is. She creeps forward to try and get a better look.