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  • stonethrower // open

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]His plans to weasel out of that one failed. He squirmed under Dewey's gaze, clearly rather uncomfortable. "I, uh, a f-f-few days a-ago, I g-guess." He muttered, not meeting her eyes.
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    #openthreadbilly

  • stonethrower // open

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Dear God, why couldn't he just be left alone? He was no good under pressure, not at all. He bit back tears, swallowing a lump in his throat. "It's a b-b-bird. It flies. I d-don't watch it a-all the time." He exclaimed quickly, lashing what little tail he had left defensively.
    [color=transparent].
    #openthreadbilly

  • pops in

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]hello friends idk how many of y'all remember me whoops
    i wanted to say Hello,, how're u all
    i'm debating on whether or not to return billy to cc idk yet,,

  • pops in

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]i might tbh,,
    good to hear u two are well!
    i'm okay!! i was put on new meds so i'm Pushing Thru but otherwise i've been doing pretty decently! i've been thinking hard about what to do with billy honestly,,,

  • all men are pigs // open, leaving

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]The Knights of Eden just wasn't for him. He just couldn't find the pull or attraction to the group, if he was being honest. Besides, he had no friends there, which was rather pitiful. "I'm l-leaving." He mumbled before turning and padding off, simple as that.

  • tis the season to catch a cold and die // open, re-joining

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy, honestly, wasn't sure where he was going. For awhile, he stayed on his lonesome, trying to get used to it. But it was so terribly boring. He missed his friends, the people who put up with his shit. He hated being a loner; he hated laying down, every night, silently crying himself to sleep. He hated that he yearned for someone else, someone to be there with him. He absolutely hated it.


    But he hadn't pictured himself coming back here. The striped feline's paws drew him closer to the familiar border, unbeknownst to his conscious self. He only recognized where he was when he was right on top of the border.


    Would they take him back? Would they want him back? Would it be better for him to just turn and run, leaving everything behind? I should just kill myself. He thought; being dead would be so much easier. He remained still, frozen as he sat at the border, lost in thought.

  • tis the season to catch a cold and die // open, re-joining

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy hadn't even noticed the femme until she ran into him. He blinked orange optics, returning his attention back to the matter at hand. He trained his gaze on the familiar form of Impavid, a weak smile twitching at his maw. He sat back up, hugging in his bandaged legs closer to his stomach.


    At her question, the charcoal bengal tabby hesitated. Was he coming back? He opened his mouth, however shut it almost instantly. He honestly had no idea; for all he knew, he'd be torn to shreds and called a traitor. He pressed his rubbery lips together, staring down at his paws hidden by his wiry fur.


    "I --" Billy began, taking in a breath. "C-can I j-j-join again?" He asked, almost uncertainly. He brought his sheltered optics to steal a glance at Impavid.

  • tis the season to catch a cold and die // open, re-joining

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Imperialstar? Damn, did he miss a lot. Billy blinked, taking his sweet, sweet time to cover his orange optics before nodding. Hopefully he could just walk back into camp without having to go through a big mess and proving he was loyal to ColouredClan. He released a shaky sigh, chewing on his lower lip, obviously nervous.


    As Lucy approached and questioned him and Impavid about the 'thing', he felt heat rush to his cheeks. God, why did she have to bring that up? He got shit back in his old group about it; he just wanted to bury the memory. "I, uh, sh-she, er, w-w-we --" the demiboy stammered and stuttered, flustered.


    He fell silent as the unfamiliar form of Dangerpaw strode over. "Y-y-you, too." He stammered with a tiny smile. He was gonna have to re-learn everyone's names and all of the faces. Ugh.


    And lastly came in Natasha -- or Evangeline. It was a change from Natasha, however he quite liked her new name. It was nice. "Th-thanks." He said, swiping his sandpaper tongue across his maw.

  • tis the season to catch a cold and die // open, re-joining

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy cast Impavid a sideways glance; how could she lie that easily? He admired her -- he couldn't lie to save his life. Instead, he turned to Lucy, nodding to agree with the femme. Hopefully that would put aside all suspicions, however he could never be really sure.


    The felidae listened to the information spew from the newly promoted Ensign like a broken fire hydrant. He blinked blankly at her words; damn, that was a lot. He didn't quite know how to respond, as he was allowing the information to sink in when Carnivalpaw approached.


    "Th-thank you." Billy said, flashing the red wolf a sheepish grin. He turned his attention to Sylvie, who sure looked different, however shook the thought off. "N-nice to see y-you again." He said. Kiddo? What was up with that. Sure, he acted quite childish, but he was older than her... right? Eh. Shaking the thought off, the newly-returned member released a rather nervous sigh.

  • Colouredclan Chat and Plot Thread! (nEEERDS)

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]okAY guys what avatar should i use


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  • hadestown // open, meet and greet

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]The charcoal bengal tabby took in a deep breath through his nose, the familiar scent of ColouredClan filling his nostrils. It was strange being back, however it was quite nice. It was home, really; if only for the moment. He still missed his mother, but he wasn't better, not yet. Hopefully she'd be proud of him, even in the clan.


    Shaking the thought off, the ex Bodyguard Initiate glanced around, kneading the ground beneath his paws. Pain shot through his wrists, the bandages preventing much movement. He relished the sensation, not caring about the drops of blood oozing out of the cobwebs. He was antsy, he couldn't help it. "Uh, m-meet and gr-greet?" He stammered, twitching his cropped tail.

  • hadestown // open, meet and greet

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy watched as the behemoth of a Commander approached. It was strange; when he left, Imperialexecution had been Imperialpaw. So much had changed in the short amount of time he was gone. Still, it was nice; the name was quite the mouthful, however it was... suiting. "C-c-congratulations. For the pr-promotion, I mean." He stammered. Impavid told him that the male was now Commander. It was odd -- for as much as the femme disliked Imp, she sure talked about him a lot. Whatever.


    As the unfamiliar femme approached and seated herself smack-dab in front of Imp, as if taunting him, the demiboy couldn't help but raise a brow. He shook the questions off, deciding he didn't really care. "B-B-Billy Bibbit." He introduced.


    Then there was Evangeline. Of course Billy knew her; they were decent friends, if he did say so himself. As she called him Billy boy, the tabby blinked, taken aback. The only person who'd called him that had been McMurphy all those moons again. Damn; he hadn't really thought of it, but he missed the gambling male. He felt a pang in his heart, a deep yearning for him.


    His thoughts were soon shattered as Evangeline encased him in a hug. He let out an awkward chuckle; he wanted to return the favor, however his bleeding arms would hardly work. So instead he pressed into her touch, an awkward smile on his face. "H-hello." He rumbled.

  • OH I THINK THAT I FOUND MYSELF A CHEERLEADER ** open, proposal

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Hearing the call for his friend, Billy couldn't help but approach. He had no idea what the lion had in mind; Impavid spoke to him about Roman on their little rendezvous; said he was gone. Apparently not. Quirking a brow, he took a seat from afar and watched curiously.

  • COME TOGETHER RIGHT NOW | open

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Hearing the call for a recap, Billy was on the scene. He still had no idea about the things that had gone on when he was away, so it was nice to hear. He was tickled that he was mentioned -- how about that. He said nothing as he took a seat.