Posts by HORNETSTING.

☼ an alabaster snake slivered over the marshy slope, laying down dry grass, victim to the pressure of his pad. If anyone seen the eye of chaos and dared stare back, it was the son of the devil himself. As Lucian, he had tortured cats, spilled blood in the name of his father, and ran scourge upon the sanctity of morals. Now he stood, a changed tom, he had lived in Windclan for five moons now. He was raised as a sinner and on his own did he seek redemption. You could never tell however, for a humble smile pressed against his jaws. Pearly daggers glistening beneath the sunlight as he approached the border opposite the stranger. The wind ruffled his alabaster fur and hellish pits of golden hues blistered upon the form that was this tom. Though he had a feminine body, strength was in his stature, and uncertainty written in his eyes. "what’s up dude?! how can I help you?" raspy voice, laced with an involuntary poison yet friendly nonetheless.

Tattered alabaster triangles flicked at the sound of laughter. The beautiful hum of happiness lit within the den closest to his nibbling of a sparrow’s spine. His pearly fangs nibbling gently along the brittle curves, though his solar-like hues climbed over toward the loving couple. Though a smile spread across Sungaze’s face, jealousy clouded his heart. As friendly as he was, as many times he had fought to prove his loyalty, no-one saw past his father that wrote so cleanly over his features as he grew. Heliacal eyes seperated him from his monster of a father, and for that, he thanked Starclan. Though, for how long would he be alone? Would he never have someone to spoil, to tease, to laugh with like Cowspots and Heathercloud. Sungaze stopped chewing on the bone, and let it fall to the ground. Will I ever have my own kit to play with? he sighed deeply but smirked nonetheless.

A crowd formed around the nursery. Heathercloud must be having her kits! No doubt one of them was destined to be trained by himself. Excitement curled through the fibers of his muscles as he pulled himself to a sit. Listening in on the voices. Milkkit, Coltkit, Flykit. He listened in, his smile broadening as he wondered what he’d name his own kits. The hum of happiness intensified. Friends and family gathered around, it was beautiful, yet the spawn of the devil kept his distance, though he kept it peacefully. The bitter taste of envy on his tongue. Though, it was soon stripped away by the mournful wails of Cowspots. Sungaze remained still, the sweet familiar scent of death touching his nostrils. No sooner did Sungaze bow his head, mourning for the family’s loss. He knew that feeling, all too well. When his sister was murdured, he knew no greater pain. Another bout of grief had pressed unto his shoulders as of late. Canary had been killed by a dog. His own family was dropping like flies in Bloodclan. While he pranced around trying to make everyone see him as anything but evil. "Starclan guide her soul" he whispered through clenched teeth.

Every word stung so very close to home, heliacal hues glistening with several emotions as his mentor professed his opinion as well as his fellow clanmates. ‘unfair to those born here’ those words stuck out, spewed from an apprentice named Wolfpaw. Loners and full-blooded Windclanners were okay, but where did that leave Sungaze. Former Bloodclanner, sure, he had been here for six moons now, but, he was Caledon’s son. Would the feelings of being the ‘outsider’ ever subside? His tattered ears fell, pelt laced with the many scars that held the stories of his former sins. I was a killer. He lowered his gaze to the ground. Sure, they were allies, but how far did that alliance run deep? Though as Jasperstar continued, it began to make sense.

"I agree with Jasperstar" he spoke up for his mentor, no doubt someone would use his former clan as ammunition against him, but here he stood, ready to back up his mentor, regardless if the tom truly trusted him even after all these moons. "The dangers are far too great. What if Riverclan infiltrated us? given our alliance with Bloodclan." his voice, a guttural like his fathers. Laced with a mirroring accent.

mother. The name of god on the lips of all children. Sungaze loved his mother so much. Yet he had torn her apart by calling her by name, disowning her, spitting on her name. No more. No more would he proceed to break her heart. Though he would never return to Bloodclan, her memory could live on through his name. Heavy black paws lead the muscular pale tom to Jasperstar’s den, his monstrous frame rotating on an axis of power. He was fully grown, his shoulders broadened, his cheek bones set along his bold muzzle. Strength radiating through his every long stride. Sucking in a deep breath through pearly razors, he entered the den slowly. "Jasperstar. Sir. I’d like a word with you" Sungaze had always sounded quite unprofessional and childish. It had shed cleanly from him, he stood as a grown man. His voice was heavy, serious, and pierced the air with the same poison his father’s did. "My mother. Her name is Waspwing.I’d like to change my name in her honor. To, Hornetwing" he explained fast, his tattered ear swiveling to hear and his eyes narrowed to gauge the leader’s reaction.

Jasper..

heyo! It's about time I let this guy find L O V E. and perhaps expand the massive callawasp family heh

Hornetwing is a windclan warrior but love is love and he will fall for anyone really. Male or female, a surrogate can be arranged for a male x male relationship. Hornetwing is a version of my boy Caledon but a version of him that would have happened had he not joined Bloodclan. I'd love to develop him out some more, so I'm up for some juicy plotting!

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a darkness had swallowed the young warrior over the past moon, he had grown up fully, and his rise to maturity had been blatant. Though he was still the old same loving tom, he was a bit more, tactical and focused. Finding new ways to test the limits of their rivals. The alabaster brute stood in the midst of the moorlands, mud covering his white frame as he had dug a narrow yet deep trench along the border closest to windclan. A common crossing ground for the clan’s visits. This is where Doestar had sat the day she had visited. Strategically dug beneath a mound. Perfectly camouflaged from Riverclan’s point of view. Should they ever attempt to cross, and not find themselves with careful footing. A painful yet clean bone break it would be. An iniquitous gleam caught his gaze with icy claws, and for once, he felt a chuckle rise to his throat at the thought of someone breaking their bones in a creation of his own. Though the chuckle died, as he realized how much like his father he was being.

Recently, he had taken a name in honor of his mother Waspwing, the former Bloodclan leader, and current healer. Hornetwing. Sure it spit on his own name a bit, however, the biggest picture, was that he was missing his family. His former home. He longed to talk to his father. He was sick of feeling like an outsider, so much so, he had grown a bit dark. His fun loving soul shadowed over, his face laying placid like Caledon’s. He hardly noticed the sun falling beneath the hills, casting darkness upon the land so very slowly. Breathtaking, it was. Wrapping his bushy tail around his ebony paws, the tom furrowed his brows together as he watched the stars peep out from the great silverpelt. A sadness floated around him, and hung on his shoulders. The news of Canary’s death stung, brought him to lower his head. Yet, no tears fell. A thin layer of glistening pain spread across his honey-dipped golden hues. He wanted to hate the mild evils he felt at times, though, he was losing the fight against them. Every day, he became more and more of what he hated. Even fantasized about murder, not anyone of his clanmates of course, however. Other clans were fair game. Were they not? If he was going to do something. It needed to be done perfectly, and without a trace. No. no. I can't. I can't go back to my sinful ways.

// #boy has gone to tha dark side AGAIN

Track! :P

mud slid down his forearms his brows furrowed against the wind that ruffled his fur. ‘and just what, are you doing?’ a familar voice split his serene silence, one laced with bitter distrust, something he was so very used to. Pearly razors split to the surface of his pale muzzle as he smiled. Staring off toward the river, he then swiveled his head around to take in the alabaster coat covered in silver tabby hues, splashed along his pelt. "I’ve built a trench." he began, lifting a muddy paw and wiping his nose off with his wrist before setting it down and sticking his leg into the hole to show how deep it is. Sinking to his arm pit he pulled it quickly, mud leaving no white uncovered. "Bloodclan attacked Riverclan. Riverclan knows about the alliance with us. They might try to weaken us" his guttural splitting the silence before letting his gaze fall on Eaglespirit. "I fear that we may be under the potential of an attack. least we will be alarmed, beforehand" he foreshadowed someone stepping into it and breaking their leg, sounding off an alarm. Sucking in a deep breath he shook away the tactical thoughts and made way for social. "what are you doing out here? just couldn’t keep your eyes off me, could you?" Hornetwing winked deviously. Though his face fell into a frown. "I understand you don’t trust me" his solar hues fell to the marsh below him. "I just hope…. I just want…..you to see…..nevermind, it’s ridiculous.. I can’t blame you, My father is a monster" he shook his head violently before turning back toward the river. Hurt, laying cleanly across his gaze. Monster. Did the apple fall far from the tree?

Translucent beads fell hard, the roar of rain more mightier than the lion’s and the sound of thunderous paws against the moor was unmistakable. A black tabby rogue nearly soared across the moorland, An alabaster demon at his tail. Hornetwing, his long white fur bouncing with every long stride, weaving with his victim in the midst of chase. A sinister gleam laid across Hornetwing’s eyes, and the friendly loving tom he was had vanished in this moment. Twisting on paw, finally the rogue began to slow. Quick and backed with the prowess of a viper, his fore-paw shot out with extended claws. Swiping hard across the she-cat’s back leg. “Ouch! you foxheart!” she yowled and lost her footing before flipping over several times till she laid at her side whimpering. “I just need food…. please…a rabbit” she stumbled over her words.

Hornetwing hung his head low as he approached the dark tabby, his face was eerily placid. Darkness swam in circles around his heart. His chest swelled with desire, his paws itched. Though all he wanted to do was help her, maybe even be a shoulder for her to cry on for whatever problems she may be going through. He also wanted to watch her organs spill, as if his father’s soul had tampered with his own. He drew his rosey pink tongue over his jaws as he approached. Pressing his nose to her leg wound. Fighting his inner demons. "I have a medicine cat that can help you" he forced the words through his teeth but suddenly. His entire muzzle stung as she rabbit-kicked him right in the face before twisting around and making an attempt to escape.

All morals left his body, a deep monstrous growl rolled like thunder in his chest as his ivory knives of the purest steel sunk into the earth below. Then he was off, with the speed of a cheetah he launched himself forward and soared through the air. The black tabby’s legs moving as fast as they could but not fast enough as the weight of the monster crushed her to the ground. The two skidding to a rough stop. His claws pressed into her shoulders to anchor her, his eyes glittering with a deep hunger. “Please” she whispered, though there was sympathy left for her. "They all say I’m like my father….why fight it" he chuckled darkly. “What?” she asked as if he was crazy, maybe he was, a psychotic. Hornetwing hesitated before locking his jaws around her throat, surrounded by soft fur. As his pearly daggers slipped into the skin and sunk to the bone, blood filled his mouth fast, as he had severed a main artery. Quickly he recoiled, and watched her sputter and twitch before the very light of her soul left her eyes. "no….no I’m sorry…" he looked down at the crimson liquid that covered himself and the grass below. murderer. He had to cover this up, make it look like he was beat up. He needed to make it believable.

Hornetwing slashed open his cheek, then ran his hind claws across his ribs. Then lacerated his shoulder, then his forelegs. He looked like a scratched-up mess. "This isn’t believable" he grunted before the worst and greatest idea popped into his head. Hornetpaw began to dig a deep narrow hole. Mud splattering and mixing with blood before he stepped away from his creation before surging forward, skillfully slipping his right forleg into the hole. ‘crack’ His jaws extended into a painful cry as he laid on his side having extracted his slightly though oddly bent foreleg. He then began to use his other paw to kick the dirt back over the hole to cover his tracks. Finally, he laid still, next to the rogue he murdered. Squeezing his eyes shut in pain and penitence.

//so, he killed a rogue, but scratched himself up and broke his front leg to make it seem like he was jumped. no-one must see that he murdered the rogue. Only that he is beat up with a broken front leg.

Solar-capped daggers bore into a far-off figure. He had been stuck in the medicine den, after murdering a rogue and covering it up with a lie by breaking his own leg. Becoming a specimen of his family more and more, as if he started backwards. An alabaster figure moved through the moorlands. Though Hornetwing’s limp slowed him he happened upon the scene just in time. Brows furrowed, the young warrior drew his lips back but then decided against it. Dualeyes. Her paw caressing a rabbit, feeding into his own personal hunger. I want to be bad, again. I do. no. no I don’t. He swallowed down the thoughts and lifted his gaze. The cries and struggles of the rabbit making his stomach feel as though butterflies inhabit it. Like a predator, drawn to the distress prey. He was. "Sister" he spoke darkly, shadows casting over his eyes as he lowered his head. His fur was ruffled, and his claws ached. And he wore a weight of murder on his shoulders, he looked as though he had been losing sleep. "what do you want?" he blinked slowly, his broken paw tucked neatly beneath his chest. He needed to speak to her. Needed to tell her he was feeling the ‘call of Bloodclan’ that he had murdered a rogue. To ask her what he should do. He needed her, because she understood. Perhaps.

Sunlight cascaded upon his pale form as he slithered through the moorlands. His head hanging low, his body dipping with his casual limp. His forepaw was almost healed, he hap purposely broken it to cover up a murder. He, had murdered a rogue. It drained his soul, and his demeanor was the puncture wounds of his sin. His fur was disarray, whereas it was usually pressed neatly to his skin, perfect. He always prided himself on his good looks, but today, he had rolled out of the nest and headed straight for the exit. ‘I had plans today…what in the name of the stars was it…’ WOLFPAW! he shook out his ruffled fur. He had forgotten all about her, he had even slept in. His limp slowed him down but he trotted as fast as his hobble would allow. "Hey pidge! I uh. oh wow, chicka I’m so sorry." he blurted, his voice rough from the lack of sleep. "geez. uh. what was I going to teach you?" he chuckled nervously, but a sly smile spread upon his face. Was he a lousy mentor? Was he too evil to be teaching the innocent?

// pidge / chicka = nicknames for girls

"y-yeah..I am" The pale warrior began to shiver as a familiar voice split the air quite even. Laying witness to the crime, hidden by Hornetwing’s facade of the ‘victim’. Solar hues blistered upon being exposed from his pale lids. Milking it, he winced and whined as he pulled himself upward. Holding his paw to his chest in agony. Cowspots appeared next, Hornetwing found himself narrowing his eyes as the numbers built around him. "I-I didn’t mean to….There were four of them…they were going to kill me….and I.." he forced tears to his eyes, though, they were authentic as he laid his gaze upon his victim. A corpse, and he had her blood on his paws. "I-I did what I had to do…right?" he swallowed hard, brows furrowed together in fake worry. ‘I’m a monster’ , he wondered how many times those words chimed in his fathers head when he killed somebody. Slowly, his eyes turned on Leafpaw, wincing as the apprentice cleaned his wounds. "thanks dude" he offered a weak smirk toward Leafpaw, though his smirk fell as he forced his body to shiver as if a ‘convulsion of pain’ had struck him.

"Allies don’t steel prey" he took the nearest jab through narrowed eyes though his hardened gaze soon softened as he drew in a deep sigh, it released through the tense air that hung between them. "Look…I’m actually glad you came…" he forced the words out, his fangs clicking together as he gritted his teeth. "I’ve been having these urges" he started slowly, his gaze darting from side to side before he just shook his head as though he wished to discard the conversation. "why am I actually considering talking to you about this" he chuckled to himself, as though he were an idiot.

The crowd below the tall rock formed quickly, blistering solaric hues carving through the masses, poisonous gaze landing on his apprentice Wolfpaw. The son of the devil himself shuffled his way over to the molly, his muscular legs carrying him with the grace of a stalking panther until he stood by her side. Silently lowering his rump to the ground. Casting a swift glance toward Eaglespirit as his silver and white coat caught his eye among the dark figures. Lifting a bony paw to his muzzle he cleaned the fur gently and leaned toward wolfpaw a tad, He couldn’t help it, he had to lighten the air with a joke. "Jasperstar’s sending you to the elders den, chicka. " he dropped his tone to sound serious. "tried to talk him out of it but…" he suppressed a dramatic sigh before pressing his wrist to his mouth failing to stifle a chuckle.