She crept forward silently, body low to the ground and paws stepping gingerly so as to not crunch the snow beneath her as she moved. She was glad her pelt blended in with the snow around her, and her dark amber gaze stayed glued to the rabbit as it hopped around the roots of a large tree. She would have but a few moments between when she pounced and it scurrying back into its burrow, and she had already waited so long for it to come out that she did not want to waste the opportunity to grab something to eat. As meagre as the meal would be, it would be better than nothing.
Clover crouched low once she reached her desired position, focused completely on the rabbit which, for the time being, had no idea she was there. Her muscles tensed, and with a great push of her hind legs she sprung into air, jaws wide and front legs extended to grab the rabbit before it scurried away. And... missed. The rabbit squealed and scuttered away back to its burrow before she had a chance to try and grab it again. She let out a snarl of frustration at missing the rabbit, sitting back roughly on her haunches with a huff and a pout, shoulders slouched forward. She would have to try again, but maybe with a different rabbit from another burrow, if she was even lucky enough to find another.