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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy was drawn to the scene, the horrid stench calling him over. He wrinkled his nose, staring at the gory mess with a light scowl. Thankfully, blood didn't really faze him, otherwise he'd be a mess. He didn't say anything, just lowered his head. It didn't look like a burial would suit the obliterated feline very well, as there weren't any, er, pieces of the cat left to bury.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]what's a billy
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy listened to the femme, pressing his ears against his skull. Had he really been away that long that all of that happened? It seemed like years of events piled on top of each other in only a couple of weeks. He shook his head in disbelief, allowing the words to sink in.

But then news of the no-nuetrals split into his mind. Of course he had to pick the group that would become an enemy -- of fucking course. He was a traitor, then. Just his luck! He swallowed a lump in his throat, averting his gaze as she asked if he wanted to go back. He rose his shoulders, gritting his teeth together. "I-I don't kn-kn-know." He whispered truthfully. This wouldn't be a problem if I was dead. He thought grimly.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy wasn't sure what he wanted. He wanted to sit and talk with Impavid and hear of every little thing that had happened in ColouredClan since his departure, however he didn't want to get any more attached. He wanted to cut all tied with his past life if he was going to make it in his new group, however hard that might be. He watched the femme slink back with a pleading look in his eyes.

The demiboy's knees buckled, causing him to lock his joints to prevent him from toppling over. He watched as Impavid slunk away, his teeth grinding against each other; however, soon, she returned, however this time followed by a bird. His bottom lip bulged out as she spoke; he used every muscle in his body to prevent himself from shaking his head and begging her to please, oh God please just stay with him for a moment longer.

Words unsaid filled his throat. He couldn't bring himself to say anything. His mouth opened and closed like a fish trying to breathe in air. Not a sound escaped his maw, save for a few chocked sobs. As she breathed her last words, Billy watched, glassy-eyed, as the ColouredClanner slipped under the cover of invisibility and disappeared.

And that was the straw that broke the camel's back. Those three simple words. Goodbye, Billy Bibbit. The striped knight crumbled to his knees, like a house of cards caving in. His chest heaved and fell as he cried and cried and cried. His eyes burned and his throat closed, stringy saliva unable to travel back down his esophagus.

The sniveling, broken mess of a cat curled up as he felt his claws dig into his skin. He barely recognized the action as he did so, he was so numb. He buried his face in the ground, unable to move. I'm sorry.... He thought.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy approached, listening in on the conversation with his ears pressed firmly against his head. She seemed a little, er, scary to the charcoal Bengal tabby. He offered the Russian blue a sheepish smile, however averted his orange gaze. "I-I'm B-Billy Bibbit." The stammering domestic feline introduced.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]>B^) im so mean ))

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Unfortunately, Billy couldn't do anything that involved music to save his life. He couldn't sing or play an instrument or anything of the like. However, he quite liked listening to music; probably because he couldn't do it, so it was a new, totally different world to him. Hearing the chords of the song lilt through the halls, the Bengal couldn't help but pad over towards the guitar-wielding male. "Th-that was n-n-nice." Stammered the demiboy, eyes sparkling in awe.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy wasn't one to accept gifts. It was just so awkward -- receiving something and not having anything to return the favor. So the bicolored felidae approached the scene, a timid smile playing across his maw. "Th-thanks." The newcomer said, tripping over his words.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]"B-B-Billy Bibbit." Came the stammer from the domestic feline as he approached. His October orange eyes scanned the unfamiliar femme curiously, taking in her form and features. As for a game? While he hadn't any clue how they'd make a game out of a meet and greet, he'd most definitely be down to play. Why not? Games were generally exciting.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy watched as the unfamiliar femme trotted off into the distance, cocking his bicolored head as he stared in her wake. "G-good luck." He stuttered, waving his paw in her direction. While he didn't know her, it was still sad to see a groupmate leave. Whatever; she had her reasons and he wouldn't be one to judge.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy watched the horse trot away with bright orange optics. He flicked his ears forward; he hadn't known Amos, but he didn't like watching others leave. Oh well; hopefully he'd have a nice life outside of KoE. "B-b-bye." He called out, kneading the ground beneath his dark paws.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy had a lot on his mind. So many questions, no answers; it was hard, really. His eyes were puffy from crying, however that wasn't an unusual occurrence. The cat would cry at the drop of a hat, honestly. In front of the charcoal tabby sat a bird -- a homing pigeon, to be exact, carelessly fluttering its wings in the gentle breeze. A sigh escape his maw as his glassy eyes trained on the monochromatic bird. God, why did things have to be so fucking hard?
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]"I'm Billy B-B-Bibbit." Stuttered the demiboy as he approached, offering Alaskanpaw and the others a sheepish smile. Meet and greets were always so formal and strange; not that he minded, he guessed. They just seemed too forced for his liking; maybe that was just him, though. Blinking the thought off, the stammering domestic cat took a seat, twitching his cropped tail.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Hearing the unfamiliar voice, Billy turned and stared up at Macie. At her question, he hugged his scarred legs in closer to his body and averted his gaze. He raised his broad shoulders in a meek shrug, swallowing a lump in his throat as his mind raced. "Just th-th-thinking, you know?" He said, his answer vague and off.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy ha been out, exploring his new camp. It was rather boring, truth be told. So as soon as voices hit his ears, the demiboy trotted over towards the duo. At first, he didn't see the cloak-encased kitten; just Nosferatu. It was curious, really, to see someone maintaining a conversation by themselves. Then, suddenly, the tabby spotted the darkened kit; he blinked his orange optics -- oh. That made more sense. He remained silent, inspecting the cloak curiously.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy awkwardly shifted away from Macie, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. He was thankful when others approached, not wanting to be in that uncomfortable situation for much longer. He offered Ramsey a tight smile, flicking his cropped tail as he did so. God, this was so awkward. He definitely needed a better place to sulk.

At Osamu's inquiry, Billy flattened his ears against his head, clearly flustered. "Wh-wh-what? I -- n-no, I'm n-n-not." He stammered, the words quick and muddled together. Maybe it would be better to say he was getting over a breakup -- it would be easier to explain. But he wanted to be as honest as possible, within reason, of course.

The demiboy watched as Dewey approached, listening to her words as he bit down on the bottom of his lip. Oh, shit. He glanced between her and the feathered creature with a forced shrug. "It's a b-b-bird. It pr-probably flew th-there." He offered. It was partly true -- birds did just go where they wanted to, most of the time. He trained his gaze on his paws, nervously kneading the ground beneath them.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]"Th-they're nice." Muttered Billy Bibbit as he approached, inspecting the petaled headwear with orange optics. He quite liked flower crowns, however his allergies did not. Even looking at them he felt his nose twitch and tickle with pollen; it was horrible, really. Sad, too, as he almost wanted one. Oh well.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy stirred in his sleep, hearing the screams above him. Furrowing his nonexistent brow, the demiboy yawned, his orange gaze sliding open. Had he known what the cause of the commotion above him was, he would've stayed in his little room and tried to get back to sleep.

But no, curiosity bested the felidae. He trotted over towards the group, only to see the panicked juror at the edge, ready to jump. His orange optics widened, bile rising to his throat. Oh, God, no. He didn't know Tatara, but still. The striped ex ColouredClanner had his fair share of, er, problems.

It happened too many times to count. Trying to overdose, splitting open his wrists, tying nooses. Never had it worked, obviously, however the scars of his past attempts reminded him of his failures and how weak he was. He couldn't even kill himself right.

Billy watched the scene unfold, frozen. He didn't know what to do, what he could do. So he just sat and stared ahead, sunken eyes hollow and void of emotion.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]// his life's already hard enough tho ),: jk jk

Billy gritted his teeth, feeling Dewey's cold gaze bore into him. He felt like he was going to explode, going to spew everything and cry. Honestly, things would be so much easier if he chased a handful of glass with a few too many poppy seeds. He rose his broad shoulders once more in another shrug. "At th-the border." He muttered. Which was true -- kind of.

Hearing the canine speak, a look of relief filled his gaze. He shot a thankful glance over to Napoleon before redirecting his vision back on his paws. He hugged them in closer to him, a habit of his. He chewed on his bottom lip until his razor-sharp teeth drew drops of crimson, the metallic taste spreading across his tongue.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy had relapsed. Simple as that. You couldn't expect all that much from the sad feline, really. Cobwebs were messily wrapped around his wrists; he didn't want to visit a medic, as he knew how to handle things. He'd done it enough, after all. Chewing nervously on his cheek, he glanced around. He needed something to get his mind off of things.

"A-anyone w-w-wanna play two truths a-and a lie?" He asked, flicking his nicked ear.[color=transparent].
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