˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ @Rei
... Strange cat, Lobsterbite was. Wormbite did not understand bite nor what bite spoke of made any sense to him. A soft sigh escaped from him, deciding to shrug off bite's words without another thought. It was not too long until they arrived at the Sleepy Thicket. With the weather still cold, the Shield made a firm decision.

Wormbite was not sure what side of himself Lobsterbite was on so, he kept his gaze to the floor. "Let us split up. With it still being leaf-bare, our luck together at finding prey will be lowered. It will be more beneficial if we hunted alone and met back up.." He lifted his snout, nose twitching. Before he finished his sentence, he turned away and seemed to begin to feel around for a tree. At least bark.

When he found a trunk, long claws slashed across it - leaving a large indent, enough that the blind oriental would be able to feel it. "Here. " Turning back to Lobsterbite, "If you have no complaints, I will head west."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ @Rei
The Dark Lord stalked through the shadows, trudging through the snow with an distasteful stare. The cold bit at the ends of his fur but the sense of duty kept his heart warm as he moved forward. His nose twitching as he scented the air in hope of finding prey for his clan. He did not have high hopes, but he refused to come back empty-pawed.

Eventually, Wormbite caught scent of a mouse. His ears perked up and he lowered himself to the ground. it was partially strong, but not close enough to where he could hear it. Carefully, he begun to track after it. It seemed to be forever until he quietly pushed through a few frosted leaves, coming to a complete stop. He could quietly hear the sound of a mouse scurrying about, searching the snow for food.

He crept forward and when he felt the time was right, the blind warrior shot forward - leaping with a great strength. His paws slammed down onto the warm body and it squirmed underneath him. Quickly sinking his claws into it, he pulled back to give it a killing bite. Holding down until it went limp with it's struggle. Huff.

Creating a marker, he buried the mouse under the snow to come back to it later.

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One of the most annoying creatures for Wormbite to go after were voles. They hid under the ground and with one false movement, they would scurry right back into their home. The Lead Shield was crouched, ears facing forward as he kept downwind. His heart thumping in his chest with the trill of a hunt. The vole slowly crept out of its tunnel, unaware of the oriental who watched it intensely.

Even with his lack of sight, his senses were keenly trained to make up for what he did not have. He crept forward, just slightly, behind the vole. It hadn't noticed the feline, starting to hop further and further away from its home. Wormbite took one more step and with the sudden surprise of a snapping twig, he knew it was now or never.

The tom darted forward and darted a clawed paw out, grabbing onto its long tail. Jerking it forward, he ended its life swiftly with a snap.

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Wormbite rolled his shoulders back, vole and mouse in jaw as he pressed against the barks of the trees. Waiting until he felt the indent he had left until stopping. Now to wait.