Posts by BiLLY B.

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  • kill our prayers for love and peace - SUNCLAN RAID

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Oh, lord. Gritting his teeth, the already injured domestic feline rushed towards the battle sigh, anxiety causing his heart to pound a mile a minute. Taking in deep breaths, Billy glances around for an opponent, unsheathing his claws.

  • kill our prayers for love and peace - SUNCLAN RAID

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy, caught horribly off guard, was slammed to the ground, the wind knocked out of him. Gasping, trying his best to take in as much air as it could, he watched as large fangs came for him. He jolted to the side under the canine's grip, only narrowing avoiding the harsh collision of teeth and neck. With a grunt, Billy aimed to kick Fargo's stomach with unsheathed back claws and squirm out from under his grip.

  • BOTTOM OF THE RIVER / private

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Jaws parted in a soft yawn, the charcoal Bengal arched his back, listening to various bones crack under the pressure with a light grunt. He sighed, glancing down at his legs, wrapped in cobwebs and aching. A light frown crossing his face, Billy started towards the doors, wanting to get some fresh air.

  • fondant earth : open, captured medicine cat

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy Bibbit wasn't all that interested in the capture contest. It was cruel to him; but, that was what he got for joining an anti-clan. Blinking, the domestic feline dragged himself over, inspected the captor and captive. "Wh-who's that?" He asked, blinking orange optics, only moderately curious.

  • BOTTOM OF THE RIVER / private

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy turned as his name was called. A smile crossed his face as he saw Natasha; though they hadn't had any real, deep, meaningful conversations, he still liked her a great bit. His grin faltered a bit as she mentioned him getting hurt, however was soon back on his face. "I-It's fine. S-S-Sorry I got h-hurt." He stammered, flickering his tail lightly.

  • JUST TOO MUCH FOR YOU / private

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]you're fine!! ))


    Ah, it was always nice to talk to people. Watching Blissful walk over, a smile lit up the male's features. Of course, her attention was immediately drawn to his legs, which caused him to cringe internally. "N-N-Not exactly." He said, racing for a response. "It wa-wa-was an a-accident." He said, leaving it at that. He subconsciously furled his tail around his legs, giving his triangular ear a light twitch.

  • basketball shorts : open, captured mca

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy barely knew the high positions of his own clan, so he no clue who the medic was. Striding over, his October orange gaze landed on ThunderClanner before glancing up at Heather. "Wh-who's that?" He asked, giving his head a little tilt.

  • today, I hate the world :: open&drunk

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy had never been around alcohol. He didn't know the effects of it or why people drank it. Of course, he'd heard the horror stories -- people drowning their sorrows in the stuff, getting horribly drunk and losing their inhibitions. His mother had always warned him to stay away from it, and so he obeyed like the good little boy he was.


    Hearing the loud splash, Billy Bibbit strode over, curious to see what happened. It didn't take long to spot the odd-looking Greenberets in the fountain, cackling like a madwomen. Cocking a nonexistent brow, the tabby tilted his head, tail tip twitching in mild concern. "M-Miss? A-A-Are you o-okay?" He asked, a look of worry crossing over his features.

  • Open announcement / engaged. I want you back home.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy was intimidated by relationships -- they were scary to him. Of course, he was also fascinated with the idea; conflicting emotions, however they didn't seem to get in the way. Much. "C-Congradulations!" He said, smiling lightly.

  • BOTTOM OF THE RIVER / private

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy Bibbit gritted his teeth, her touch causing him to internally cringe. "Y-Y-Yes it w-w-w-was." He stuttered, choking back tears. His eyes locked on his paws, vision blurred with unspilled tears.

  • roses are red, violets are blue [m&g] meow meow, give me food

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Hearing the call, the Bengal strode over, finding the unfamiliar femme rather quickly. He glanced at the shuffled cards by her side, however didn't question them. "I'm B-B-Billy Bibbit." He said, offering Gypsypaw a polite smile.

  • JUST TOO MUCH FOR YOU / private

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]"N-Not really." Billy Bibbit stuttered, averting his orange gaze to his paws, nervously shuffling the ground. This wasn't really what he wanted to talk about, especially the duo weren't particularly close. How was he supposed to answer? "Yeah, I'm just a big, self-destructive fuck up of a son." That didn't seem like it would get him too far.


    "I-It's not th-th-that important, r-really." The striped kid said, glancing up at Blissfulcub, hoping she'd finally catch his drift. Not waiting to see if he was successful or not, he quickly tried to change the subject. "S-So, how h-have y-y-you been?" He asked, his smalltalk skills severely lacking.

  • get captured by a sunclanner?

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]he can capture billy? o: he's just a regular domestic cat so any larger bodies won't be necessary lmao

  • hoe don't do it | open, invite

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Oh, blind dating? The idea sounded fun -- however, Billy couldn't accept anything, so he waited, hoping they'd accept the invitation.


    // mobile

  • meet and greet | YOU'RE ONE TO TALK

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Unlike the other two, the domestic feline had yet to meet the rabbit and lion. Striding over, the male's orange optics scanned over the trio, taking in the faces and names. His memory could be fuzzy at times, however he would still do his best to remember the names. Of course, he'd already met Imperial and Gypsy, but still, the sentiment was still there.


    "I'm-I'm-I'm Billy B-Bibbit." Stuttered the Bengal as he approached, taking a seat. He flashed the strange pair a toothy smile, his tail furling around his paws rather instinctually. His legs were still wrapped in cobwebs, and sometimes even the slightest of movements caused his new wounds to ebb with pain, however he sat there and took it.

  • SING ME A SONG . Open, M&G

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]"B-B-Billy Bibbit." The stuttering male said as he approached. Meet and greets were always stressful, however he had to get used to them sometime. Blinking orange eyes, the striped kid took a seat as he glanced over the faces of those gathered.