[wolfie]

Ah, Wormbite was here. Creeping through the evergreen, his tail tip twitching back and forth. Eager to catch something to bring back for Riverclan - even if he had been patrolling. It was becoming a bit of a habit. Patrol, hunt, and then patrol. His time outside camp had become.. more frequent, if he had to confess.

A squirrel eagerly nibbled at a fresh acorn that must have fallen. It was lush around these parts, and specifically warm with the springs. Wormbite's ears listened closely, not wishing to startle the creature and flee up a nearby tree. It was caught up in its gnawing, its bushy tail wagging back and forth - creating the sound of leaf rustling that made it all the easier for Wormbite to locate.

Despite his lack of sight, his senses were very attuned. .. That did nothing for his surroundings, unfortunately. There was a loud crunch - he felt a twig crush below his paw. The snapping of a squirrel and he was darting forward, pushing off the ground. (Face grimaced in pain at the lift-off.)

Claws caught onto the tail and the Shield tugged it forward, delivering a swift killing bite.

He would bury it and continue to patrol the nearby area. Only when Wormbite finished did he collect it and return back to camp.