Blackfeather Woods the final pluck of their misguided heartstrings

The whole of his body tenses as the sky falls upon them, shattering against the earth below in waves of downpour. His mother rises, and so does he, peaking beary eyes out of the warmth of his den to shards of the atmpsohere above, hailing down upon them in a fury of the Gods. He wonders what deity could have sent such an army and why... a punishment sent to the mortals below? He is unafraid, if it is the will of the way, he welcomes such penalty to desecrate the ground of his home, to strike down those who have brought upon them such a hieneous trial. His mind in turn drifts to @Kahlil and @Aries; imposters, stains to what would be the legacy of the Night Mother and in righteous turn does he believe the disaster to be the work of Sithis, reprimanding the actions of the acclaimed Speaker and disallowing the presence of the unpure blood. Clavicus cannot contain the wicked cackles that rack his body, acknowledging the sign the dark lords have bestwowed upon him, encouraging his work of riddling out the liars from the deserving. They have blessed his path, raining down their own fury in example of the destruction he must cause to start again. To wipe the filth from the earth to start anew. It is his purpose, and regardless of the blood he must spill, Clavicus will make the will of his Gods known. He looks to the sky as the seed of an idea is implanted into the depths of his cognitive mind, its roots spreading in seconds to every step he will make, path he will take; Blackfeather Woods will be born again, and he will make it so.