News had met the tyrant's ears that Waspwing, was murdered by a shadowclanner. Having been in Windclan helping them fight the tick plague, he hadn't time to be made aware that the news of Waspwing's murder was in fact a lie, she was only sick from a stray tick due to a Windclan refugee, and a way to frame Shadowclan. Harley, hated shadowclan and had been plotting this for moons, knowing that the only way to steer Caledon's wrath was to make Waspwing a victim. Ergo, Caledon sending Harley back to formulate a raid and to meet him at Shadowclan's border.
The turkish van stood at the edge of the pine forest, bristling with rage. That once patient brute, long gone. He was the pure manifestation of hate, raining oceanic hues down over the said former ally's territory with potent venom lacing his daggers as they score across the shady underbrush. Every breath he sucked in, ate away at his patience, he felt hot tears betraying his eyes and streaming down his cheeks. Stinging the cuts he had endured from bolting across bramble-infested territory. Waspwing is dead. It cut into his soul, drinking it away into the abyss and leaving a hollow monster ready to spread war and destruction like a incurable pestilence. Ivory talons sinking deep into the earth as he waited for his raid patrol. looking up at the full moon with glistening mournful eyes. "I'll kill them all....every one of them until I find whoever took you away from me...." he whispered, his voice breaking toward the end. 'Lionstar' he set his mental target, pulling the rest of his lip back into a snarl.
Caledon [kal-i-duh n] aka. "Smiley"
"If the world offers you nothing, take the world".
♕ Bloodclan Leader | deep heavy late 50s' English accent
⌲ 33 moons | dating; Waspwing
⌲ Turkish van with half of his lip missing. multiple scars, and dark-blue eyes.
⌲ very difficult | weakness - blows to the face or exposed gum.
⌲ posh , mildly rude, ambitious. smarmy