She stalked through the territory, her mottled pelt blending nicely in with the shadows cast by the large bushes that had overrun Swiftclan's new home, and the scout had found that the prey in this area were rather... daft. The noises from their new home and the twolegs that had used it but were now gone must have desensitized a lot of the animals in the area. Loud noises and snapping twigs didnt seem to bother them. Hares would continue to eat while you got a foxs length away from them, and even then when you pounced, they were sluggish to say the least. But that meant good things for her clan. She had become a rather avid hunter, something that she couldn't manage to keep up with back in their ditch of a camp. She watched quietly on prepped toes as a squirrel dropped from a tree right before her, hunting for its own food. Unbeknowest to it, Blacksky would never let it get the chance.