Posts by BiLLY B.

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  • YOUR LIFE DOESN'T GET AN ENCORE | TRIPLE JOINING

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy had been on one last patrol before he hit the hay, and it appeared to have paid over. The domestic feline glanced over at the trio, blinking orange eyes. You didn't see that every day. "N-N-Name and-and business?" He asked, glancing over the three faces curiously.

  • IT'S HARD TO DRAW THE LINE - open, triple capture

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy, unfortunately, had been one captured.


    Of course, it wasn't like it was hard to capture the striped ColouredClanner. He was rather unskilled in fighting, and not wanting to, you know, be killed by a SunClanner, he mostly just went with Kavinsky.


    Finally, though, it would appear that they'd made it to their destination. He hated getting dragged; being carried around like a rag doll, it was humiliating. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he tried to stand before he was slammed back into the ground. He released a grunt, his gaze locked on Gypsypaw. How could she be so happy? Act like nothing was the matter?


    Billy only wished he had that kind of courage. Instead of boldly speaking like his clanmate, he remained utterly silent, thoughts whirring in his head.

  • YOUR LIFE DOESN'T GET AN ENCORE | TRIPLE JOINING

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Strange pair. Billy quirked a nonexistent eyebrow, however pushed the thought aside. "I-If you'll give m-me your n-n-names, you're all au-au-auto-accepted." Stammered the boy, his October orange oculars glancing between the three faces. He briefly wondered how they all knew each other; were they sisters? Friends? Whatever. He guessed he'd find out if they ever wanted him to. For now, he just waited for them to answer.

  • OR BY LITTLE IT'LL DIE / open, captured

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy was gone. The only signs of him were tufts of fur, the markings of a struggle, and the stale scent of SunClan. He'd be back soon; or at least, he hoped. He hated being dragged away by the SunClan bastards and would do his damnedest to leave.

  • WATCH AS I WORK [open, gifts from ally] MY GYPSY MAGIC

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy didn't care too too much for gifts. Of course, they were a nice sentiment, but he always felt odd just taking what he wanted. "Th-Thanks," he said, glancing through the basket. Hmm.


    // retro to capture

  • IT'S HARD TO DRAW THE LINE - open, triple capture

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy watched in horror as Gumi shifted in a horrific, odd canine. What the hell was a dream eater? He didn't want to stay to find out, that was for sure. He groaned as more pressure was put on him, squeezing the breath out of his fragile body. He tried aimlessly to claw and bite at Kavinsky, who still successfully had him pinned. He didn't even notice Gumi, who'd been frozen in place. Soon, though, a loud, piercing screech penetrated his thoughts, causing tears to drip from his eyes.

  • TAKE IT AWAY | open, singing | TO THE DARKSIDE

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy was drawn to the voice like a bee to honey. Soon enough, the male found Hollypaw, just having finished her song. "Y-You have a-a-a nice v-voice." He stammered, offering her a soft smile.


    // retro to capture

  • YOU HAVE TO GET OUT OF YOUR MIND / open, return

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]
    Billy was finally back. He dragged himself back into camp, chest heaving. He glanced around, his vision fuzzy and spots overtaking his line of sight. He said nothing, as even breathing was difficult. He didn't know it, but he had two broken ribs. What fun. He didn't particularly care, as he was just glad to be back. He'd be even more glad once he had medical treatment, but hey.


    // mobile

  • YOU HAVE TO GET OUT OF YOUR MIND / open, return

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]"I d-d-d-don't fe-fe-feel so-so g-good, ei-either." Billy said, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as he spoke. How many more stuttering cats did they need in the clan? Oh well. He simply flashed Gypsy a pained smile, another wave of exhaustion overpowering him, as if the simple action drained every last bit of energy he had.


    // mobile

  • TO THE WAY THAT WE WERE / open, sparring

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Why did he get assigned this task? Not only did he have two broken ribs, he was horrible at fighting (hence the broken ribs). Whatever, he would do what he was told. Inhaling shakily, the Bengal glanced around. He kneaded the ground beneath his paws as he tried to calm himself; he could do this. He had to do this. "S-S-Spar over h-here." He called, hoping that enough people heard him before he began organizing this.

  • WHEN PEOPLE RUN IN CIRCLES : open, swimming lessons/weekly task

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy never really had a chance to swim. He didn't think he'd ever need it, but who knew? Padding over and grimacing slightly as pressure was put on his broken bones, he inspected the duo. He wasn't sure he was in a good position to swim, but he might try.

  • i believe that life's a film noir - open, joining

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]what a good song omg ))


    "Au-au-auto accepted, m-miss." Stammered the boy as he approached. Little did he know, Miku probably wouldn't be paying him much mind, but soon he'd figure that out. "I'm-I'm Billy B-Bibbit." He introduced, flashing the femme a polite smile.

  • jalapeno jelly : open, body switch

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy was still so new to this whole "power" thing. Blinking orange eyes, the striped male approached, trying to keep his jaw from falling open in awe. That was so cool! He didn't comment on how memorized by the interesting enigma. "N-Nice," he said with a light smile.

  • LEMONADE + open, invite

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]A party? Anxiety welled inside of Billy, however he wanted desperately to go. A few minutes there wouldn't kill him, right?


    // mobile

  • I WILL STAY THE REBEL I AM | joining

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy was late to the party, but still, he showed up. He watched the lion cub curiously, wondering what she was doing; joining, probably, but one could never be too sure.


    // mobile