Posts by BILLIE

GENERAL (UPDATED 9/23) -

- Billie Joe

-----Just goes by Billie

- Male

- 10 months (ages real time)

- Blizzardclan

-----Arrived in Blizzardclan in September 2017, left and spent time in Sunclan/traveling before returning in December

- Created September 14th, 2017

- Born February 17th, 2016

- Based off Green Day's themes & aesthetics

- Faceclaim is Billie Joe Armstrong : x, x, x

PHYSICAL -

- Domestic feline | Birth/Main | No other bodies

- Billie Joe, for starters, is small. Or, perhaps petite would be a better word - not only does he stand considerably short in stature, but he also has somewhat narrow shoulders and small, borderline dainty paws, though it would be incorrect to describe his build as feminine, a more accurate description being "lean." His fluffy, messy fur takes on the pattern of a tuxedo cat - mostly pitch black, but with small smudges of white on his paws, chest, and tail tip. White also smudges his face, some beneath his chin and up his nose in a slightly uneven pattern. His eyes are somewhat large and round, and take on a light, woodsy green. All in all, he somehow manages a bizarre mixture of adorable and handsome, but something about his unkept pelt and bright eyes simply radiates wild, wayward vibes.

PERSONALITY -

- ENTP/A - The Debater

- Chaotic Good

- Gryffindor

- Pretty weird

- Friendly | Loyal | Good-natured | Surprisingly affectionate and loving

------Billie is an extremely extroverted individual, constantly throwing himself into social situations of all kinds. He's never afraid to say hello and introduce himself, even if it may make the situation awkward or perhaps make him appear foolish, though that may be because he takes little concern in what others think of him. Honest with himself about his faults, he's capable of laughing at himself and doesn't tend to take things too seriously that don't require it. Though always willing to make new friends, Billie is also decidedly loyal to the ones he already has, willing to verbally and physically stick up for them in any situation and wouldn't miss a beat if they asked for help or entrusted him with a secret. Despite often appearing abrasive and aggressive, he can also be surprisingly sweet and thoughtful, and when it comes to romantic relationships, can show a purely and honestly devoted nature that might be unexpected from him otherwise.

- Goofy | Defensive | Honest | "Pacifistic" | Hates politics

------Though it's important not to be too serious, Billie can sometimes be "that guy," cracking a joke or making a dirty comment when it's uncalled for. Tying into this habit of inappropriately timed jokes is his honesty. He's not brutally honest in the sense that he blurts whatever comes to mind, but in the sense that he isn't afraid to let you know when he disagrees with you or dislikes you, always making sure to make his standings on things obvious. He's not afraid to stick up for these standings of his either, willing to defend his beliefs and thoughts to the point of vicious arguments or even physical fights. He doesn't do this because he feels he needs to justify himself, but simply because of his naturally argumentative nature and determination to stand up for himself and stay vocal about what he believes in. Despite this intense, aggressive part of his personality, he also considers himself a "pacifist," something perhaps hypocritical considering his own selective use of violence. He doesn't see brutality as a true solution to problems and always abstains from inter-Clan battles, seeing them and the politics surrounding them as a pointless waste of people and time.

- Impatient | Rebellious | Short-tempered | Impulsive | Stubborn | Vulgar

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BEHAVIOUR & QUIRKS -

- When he's not playing music his body language can be kind of awkward/dorky

- Willing to try anything once

- Musical boy | Plays and sings well | Self taught/plays intuitively

- Has his own tiny guitar called "Blue." Looks kind of like this.

- Says "y'know" and "uh/um" a lot

- Voice refs: speaking, singing 1, singing 2

RELATIONSHIPS -

- Jerseyboy xx NPC

-----Never knew his dad, never got along with his mom

-----Despite considering Jersey a friend, he was completely unaware of their relation until he was 10 months old, a revelation which caused a falling out

- Single | Bisexual Biromantic

-----Despite his punk-ish mannerisms, Billie would never enter a relationship if he didn't intend to maintain it

-----Secretly a hopeless romantic

-----Just wants someone to give love and attention to

-----Not afraid to publicly display affection for his S/O

-----Not opposed to one night stands/sexual flings given there are no feelings attached

INTERACTION -

- Medium physically & mentally

- Attack in red | BILLIE  

- Can powerplay peaceful/non-violent actions on

- Always IC opinions

Billie Joe didn't know shit about Clan life.

This occurred to him vaguely as he made his way closer to Blizzardclan, small paws leading him onward in the direction of the looming floating islands. He had heard only some stories about the numerous, often dangerous Clans that resided in this world, but only from his mom, who, frankly, he didn't trust to be accurate. He didn't trust her with a lot of things - one of the reasons he had run away. Did he feel bad? Kind of, but he was sure his siblings could keep her company. Besides, he had never gotten along with her to begin with, and at this point he was doubtful he would really be missed at all. He supposed he ought to give her some slack - raising kittens by yourself couldn't be easy - she never seemed to think of him as the ideal son. Not surprising, really. Though he definitely could have had it worse, that didn't mean the first few months of his life hadn't kind of sucked.

The tuxedo paused as he reached the border line, adjusting the set of his guitar - which, though it seemed large on him, actually appeared to be cat-sized - on his back. He normally couldn't care less about supposed 'boundaries,' but after a moment of thought, he shrugged to himself and casually took a seat, allowing his instrument to slide into the snow. Again, his green gaze traveled up towards the islands, spying a nearby staircase and giving a small, satisfied nod, before opening his mouth to speak, very loudly. "Hey! Anyone hoooome?"

It wasn't like Billie wasn't going to miss his family and his old home - it's just that he was certain he was moving on to better things. Aside from being his mom's least favorite, he had also been the odd one out. The weird sibling. He wasn't complaining - someone had to fill that role, right? - but he hoped that he would find a place a bit more friendly to his qualities.

As Jersey pushed his way into view, Billie nearly did a double take. It was almost like looking in the mirror, that is, if he was taller and buffer and liked to wear bowties. It was kind of alarming, really, the similarity of their appearances, but he didn't know this guy - it must just be a coincidence. "Billie Joe, that's who," he replied, a toothy grin finding his features as his green eyes found Jersey's own, clearly already pleased that someone had taken notice of his guitar. "Hell yeah!" he chirped in answer to both his questions, propping up the small instrument so his new friend could have a better look. It was, indeed, a Stratocaster, but it was clearly on the older, more well-worn side. Its pale, chipping blue paint was covered in various stickers, some peeling away and some freshly added. It also had a very personal touch - the initials BJ painted on it in bright red. It was still kind of big for him, but he had high hopes that he would grow into it. "It's old as fuck. Older than me, y'know?" he continued, giving it a pat with one socked paw, like one might pat an old friend. He couldn't remember where it came from, so he just assumed that it had been around since before he was even born.

His joining completely forgotten, he was just about to ask Jersey some questions - his name, what he preferred to play -, when another voice distracted him. Or, perhaps, brought him back into focus. "Yeah, what's it to ya, Ben?" he replied, tone still easygoing and odd little grin still in place but definitely on the defensive. He was six fucking months old - he could do what he wanted. He lifted a paw in cheeky greeting to Max as she appeared, deciding he ought to tell them what he was there for in the first place. "I'm here to join, or some shit," he meowed nonchalantly, round eyes fixed briefly on the top of his guitar as he fiddled with the tuners for a moment.

A meeting? The fuck were they going to talk about? Feeling as though he might find this a waste of time, the petite tuxedo wandered over, lurkign in the back though watching Sweetophelia curiously. So far, nothing she was saying made any sense to him, but hey, he had a lot to learn. As she paused, he glanced around, wondering if perhaps that was all, but decided to stay put and see since no one else was going anywhere.

Billie was still so, so new to Blizzardclan, and so far, it was really obvious. He didn't know how anything worked - ranks, activities, relations with other Clans - and so far, he hadn't really figured much out. He guessed he would learn over time, since he wasn't really making a conscious effort to teach himself. If it was important, he would figure it out, and if it wasn't, than what was the point of knowing it anyway? He already had the feeling that a lot of the 'important' Clan things were trivial politics, and therefore, a waste of his time. As for the people here, well, he hadn't done much to get to know them yet either. Still, he had only been here for, like, a day or two, so he gave himself some slack there.

However, he had run into an... issue. He wasn't exactly sure how it had happened, but he had just been out minding his own fucking business when he tripped, and, in the process, cut his paw pad. Bad. The damn thing was bleeding everywhere, and though he hated asking for help, he couldn't get it to stop. So, like an idiot, he had hobbled around camp pathetically before being pointed in the direction of the medic's den by a helpful NPC, with the advice that 'Lottie can patch you up.' That was good enough for him. Limping towards the appointed den, he paused at the door, giving it a rap with his good paw. "Hey, is, uh, Lottie home?" he asked, praying that whoever this person was would open up and give him a hand so he could get on with his life.

// ISELOTTA also sorry this isn't super good i kinda wound up having to rush ajhdsgfg

Billie still didn't really know what he was doing here in the sense that he found it all a bit confusing. Ranks, alliances, the jobs everyone had to do and how everything came together to form the machine that was Blizzardclan - he just wasn't used to the organization, though he was beginning to get a grip on some of it. Whatever - honest to god, he wasn't trying that hard. Whatever he may have thought of himself, he was still a kid, and he had been exploring the territory and finding cool shit out there since he joined. Though, now that he was getting a feel for the land around him, it was time to explore something else - the people he was now living with. Not only was he curious about the lot of them, but he was also a textbook extrovert. He craved social interaction.

So, in order to attract people, the small tuxedo cat had brought his guitar with him into camp. Taking a seat, he glanced around before strumming a chord energetically a couple times, hoping this would grab the attention of his new Clanmates. He was fairly certain that not many people could play here - so far he had only met one who could - so hey, maybe he'd impress them with it after he introduced himself. "Hey! I'm Billie Joe, if ya didn't know," he began, resting his paws on the old instrument as he spoke. "C'mere and tell me a your name and a fuckin' fun fact about yourself. Or don't, if ya don't want to. I don't care." Despite his word choices, he looked and sounded genuinely pleasant and laid-back, his usual toothy smile softening his features.

Music - despite being a mere six months old, Billie felt like it played a significant role in his life. It had always been there, for as long as he could remember, in the form of singalongs and his old CD player and his guitar, Blue. There hadn't been much to do back home, and with nothing else to do with his time, he had quickly found he had a natural talent and love for such an art. Even so, he knew he had a lot to learn, especially as all his skill so far had come from self-teaching. Not that that troubled him though - it wasn't as if there would ever be a time when he got bored of it or something. Plus, he would admit, he was still young. He doubted anyone just came out of the womb with perfect musical abilities, but hey, he was pretty damn close.

The little cat was a short distance from camp, left paw sliding up and down the fret board as he strummed away, playing a simple though heavy progression. God, he wished he had an amp or something, but even if he did, where would he get the power for it? He missed the kick Blue had when she was plugged in, but he was happy to have the old thing anyway, even if he hadn't been able to bring any of his other belongings. "Those days are gone and now it seems as if I'll get some rest" he sang, clearly making an attempt at some lyrics before he screwed up the next chord and let out a curse, more out of habit than out of irritation.

JERSEYBOY

No, this tuxedo cat was not Jersey, but apparently they had a lot in common, including their looks - the two wore almost the exact same coat pattern and had similar green eyes - and they also happened to share an affinity for the guitar. Still, Billie didn't like to be compared to other people. There was only one Billie Joe, though he would concede the fact that he was kind of a pipsqueak and not always that cool. Whatever, he was doing his best.

"Nice to meetcha, dude," he began, picking a string on Blue almost subconsciously though keeping his green gaze on Rajah. "Reading? Is that, like, all ya do?" he questioned, sounding genuinely interested as he spoke to the larger feline. He himself was a pretty good reader, but he had never taken any joy in sitting down with a book or anything. It was too boring and too time consuming. If he had known that he thought his name was 'bland,' he may have said the same about the Paladin's aforementioned pastime, but thankfully, Billie was not a mind reader.

As Jacob came speeding over, Billie's friendly smile widened into an equally excited grin. "Whoa! Calm down there, Jake. Can I call ya Jake?" he asked, and though he might have asked the puppy to 'calm down,' seeing him hyped up kind of made Billie hyped up too. Jersey's little brother, huh? Billie didn't know Jers that well yet, but he already figured he was pretty cool, just based off their previous interaction, and he was eager to get to know his relative. "Sounds good. Never had spaghetti before though," he mused, pausing for a second as though thinking this over before Pierce appeared.

Despite his earlier protests, the Vice Leader apparently still believed that 'Billie Joe' was a nickname. He guessed it could have been, but if it was, his mom had never called him by his full name. And besides, William sounded so... stuffy and proper. Not a name for him. Hell no. "It's Billie, thanks," he corrected immediately, tone slightly dry, before shrugging, voice easing back into it's former casual tone."Yeah, it's pretty cool here, y'know? Lots to do." At the serval's next question, he aggressively strummed the guitar again on a random chord, as though to confirm Pierce's statement. "Thanks. I've been playin' for as long as I can remember, actually." He'd always had the guitar, and apparently boredom and natural talent was a good combination.

Something about the term fleshbags put an odd smile on Billie's face as he appeared, observing this odd ritual for a moment. Weekly tasks? He wasn't really sure what the fuck that might have entailed, but after listening to the first couple this weird ass poltergeist guy gave, he spoke up himself. "Hey, I'll take one!" If he didn't like it, he just wouldn't do it.

As usual, Billie was kind of confused by this new behaviour. "A spar? Like, fuckin' fighting each other?" he asked as he appeared, eyebrows raised questioningly. Why were they gonna fight? He couldn't really see the point of fighting your own Clanmate, unless they were practicing for something, but Billie didn't consider fighting something that should be practiced. "I'll pass, don't feel like getting my ass beat," he decided, placing himself near Jacob and offering the husky a quick grin. Though he also wasn't a fan of the useless fighting, he also had a feeling that if he gave it a go one of these way bigger guys would kick his scrawny little tail. He knew his abilities - fighting was not one of them.

//*finger guns*

"Kami-whatnow?" Billie meowed with a smirk, raising an eyebrow before giving a small laugh. "The god of dreams? Can ya, y'know, like, put me to sleep or somethin'? Right now?" That would be pretty nuts, but also really cool. And also kind of scary. He gave a pleasant wave towards Apollo. "Another musician, eh? We oughtta start a fuckin' band," he mused, grinning before he played another set of aggressive chords. If he were to start a band, he would be singing and playing guitar, of course. "What do ya play, man?"

Billie glanced up at Jersey's voice, already recognizing the older male's signature New Jersian accent. A broad, endearing smile, which revealed his slightly uneven teeth, was quick to find his features. "Yeah, I know," he said simply in response to Jersey's advice, repeatedly plucking a single, high pitched twanging note just to be annoying. He didn't really know, since he had never played in front of a real audience before, but he didn't want to seem like he needed help. At least, not in front of this guy. He seemed cool - he didn't want to him to think him too lame, but he was still just going to be himself and hope for the best.

He was pleased to receive the praise, though at this point not that surprised. "Hey, thanks. Jerseyboy, right?" he asked, just to confirm he wasn't screwing up, but he was usually pretty good with names. "I'm guessin' you've got a guitar of your own somewhere, huh?" The other tuxedo definitely seemed to knowledgeable notto, or at least, not to have had one before at some point.

//lol fukc im falling asleep but take this

Billie hadn't really been around long enough to be affected by whatever was affecting his new Clanmates. Yes, he was getting to know them, but their lives were still so foreign in the sense that he wasn't really involved with any of them. Yeah, he was getting there - he knew some names now, maybe even had some friends - but he still didn't seem to have grasped the entire reality of his new home just yet.

The clear, somewhat haunting melody of Jacob's music seemed to attract young Billie Joe like a magnet. He didn't have a lot of talents, this he would willingly admit, but he was pretty fucking good at playing the guitar and, sometimes, singing along to it. He was working on songwriting too, having started a bunch of songs but leaving every last one unfinished. His small socked paws led him eagerly on towards the source of the playing, blinking slightly in surprise as he spotted the familiar shape of Jacob and the sound of his soft, though sweet voice. "Hey, ya should'a told me you could play!" he exclaimed, not really considering the fact that he was at least interrupting the young husky if not startling him. "Did Jersey teach you?" he questioned, a smile finding his soft features as he took a couple steps closer. He knew the other tuxedo could play well, and wasn't Jacob his little brother or something?

Billie wasn't a believer in past lives, or in the afterlife, or any of that stuff really. If you were to ask him, all that was just a bunch of bullshit - everyone lived one life, then they died, and that was it. If Jacob's dreams served true, then obviously he was wrong, but that likely wouldn't change his mind anyway.

Still, he had no idea what had just gone in in Jacob's head - all he knew was that his new friend was, apparently, in some sort of trouble. As he finally found the source of the husky's calls, he hurried forward, short legs carrying him surprisingly quickly towards the two. He didn't recognize the serval, but so far, she didn't seem like she was being very helpful. "How the fuck'd you get out here, Jake? You're not hurt, are ya?" he asked, echoing Cosmicpaw's question and then adding his own but not really expecting an answer. From what he knew, Jacob couldn't walk, like, at all. Did someone carry him out here or some shit? The tuxedo wore a frown as he surveyed the medic, though he didn't seem any worse for wear than he already did. "Yeah, do ya know where it is?" he asked, glancing back at Cosmic as she offered to get his weelchair. "Or maybe we can, like, carry him back or some shit," he continued, quirking an eyebrow upwards to the larger feline. Billie was tiny, so he probably couldn't be much help, but perhaps someone else would come along and give them a hand too.

Billie had seen plenty of bees before. What was so special about this one? If it weren't for his Clanmates' apparent obsession with it he probably would have ignored the damn thing, but at the sight of the group he was quick to make his way over, wedging his tiny body between Jacob and Jersey so he could see what they were looking at. "It's a fuckin' bee," he stated, clearly not understanding what all the fuss was about. Maybe they didn't get bees in this climate. Or, maybe Jake just liked bugs. That seemed likely too.

He started slightly as a small, unfamiliar voice rang through his head, green eyes widening slightly in surprise. He had never dealt with telepathy before, nor did he speak french. "Was... did... any of you hear that?" he asked immediately, hoping for confirmation that he wasn't crazy. Was he hearing voices now? That would really be something.

Billie's toothy grin widened naturally as Jacob smiled back, head tipping slightly as he listened to him speak. "Ya mean like, cooking spaghetti and shit?" he prompted, remembering the other boy's previous mention of the food. He himself couldn't cook, but again, there were a lot of things he couldn't do. Back home he had usually just eaten whatever he and his family could find - sometimes leftover human food, sometimes prey. "You are good, you don't fool me," he continued as the topic switched back to music, inviting himself closer so he could get a better look at the guitar Jacob held. It was in better shape than his own beat up old thing, but he still wouldn't trade Blue out for any other instrument. Briefly, he considered Jacob's statement - that he got hurt real bad one time. The wheelchair, the bandages; it would be a lie to say that Billie wasn't at all curious about what had happened to the husky, though he knew better than to ask. Though he was a bit of a loudmouth, he understood people, and he figured that was the kind of thing that would be best left unquestioned. If he was to know, then he would be told eventually.

He too remained silent after Jacob finished speaking, reaching out to pluck one of the strings on the guitar thoughtfully before another question was raised. "Oh, all kinds, I guess!" he began, glancing back up from the guitar so his green eyes were on the husky's own, clearly eager to talk about this subject. As long as the music used a real guitar, he was pretty much for it, but he definitely had a preference. "Usually I like something with a little kick though, y'know? Rock, more like, I guess. Y'know. It's got some energy."

Billie had never made a flower crown before, nor did he really know what a flower crown was, though he assumed it was pretty self explanatory. Appearing a moment after Pierce, he surveyed the setup curiously before placing himself near Huff and Jacob. He was good with his paws, so hopefully that wouldn't be much of a problem, but that didn't mean he had any idea what he was doing. He grabbed a couple red flowers, taking a moment to stare at them before glancing up towards Everett. "Uh, I think you're gonna have to teach me too," he announced, a grin finding his face as he did so.

Billie hadn't really strayed much from the islands since joining Blizzardclan, since that's where most people seemed to spend the majority of their time. Not to mention the fact that the territory up there was more fun than the territory below. So why had he descended the staircase today? He had caught the loud, strange voice of someone at the bottom, and, as fast as his somewhat short legs could carry him, he descended to the bottom, tripping over the last step and falling into the snow. Getting back to his paws, he shook himself off before his round eyes found the frankly strange sight of Nate and Jay. "Ha, what the fuck?" he asked, a goofy grin finding his features as he let out a short laugh. Billie had never seen anything like this before. Horses, yes, but the oddness of the caravan and the sight of Nate - he had never seen a civet before - was pretty unfamiliar to him. That was cool, though. He liked weird stuff.

"What do you guys do, sell shit?" Another question, but he was clearly curious, the small tuxedo taking a few steps forward to stand closer to Pierce. He seemed to try to get on his tip toes for a moment to get a better look at the cart and the horse, which towered over him like a giant. "Nate and Jay? I'm Billie Joe. Just call me Billie, though," he continued, green gaze falling now to the smaller of the two strangers. "I don't know any route through, uh, anywhere, really. I don't know much." He had pretty much found Blizzardclan by accident. As he finished speaking, his attention wandered back to the cart, leaning slightly as he tried to peer around the side of it.

//oml i love them, sorry if i missed anything in this post btw

Billie still wasn't sure how he felt about Pierce, but he knew one thing - he admired his patience, for his own failed to even come close. It was fortunate that he hadn't found Holly first, both because he surely would have snapped at him like Jersey did, and also because he didn't really know how to accept joiners. Whatever, at least he was learning the latter.

Luckily, Pierce had already begun to speak to him when the small feline arrived, so at first he stayed quiet as he placed himself near Jersey, unafraid to wear an expression of skepticism and distaste. Pierce was being too nice - the guy should have to find his own damn blanket. "Jersey's gotta point, y'know," the petite feline voiced, an eyebrow raising as he did so. He was cool with people having some self-confidence - he was usually pretty sure of himself too - but confidence didn't equate to being an arrogant asshole. He stole a brief glance at Albion, wondering what the bow was about, before glancing back to the coyote. "I'm Billie Joe." he added after a brief moment, sounding somewhat less than eager to introduce himself but deciding to take this moment to do so anyway.

Billie took a small step back as the door was opened, green eyes flickering upwards to find the face of this Lottie person. Despite not having any idea what the hell she said, he already thought she seemed nice. Like a mom, kind of. "Uh, yeah, my paw. Tripped on somethin', y'know?" he explained after she spoke in English, still looking slightly surprised but a small smile appearing briefly on his face nevertheless. Deciding it was okay to invite himself in after her, the far smaller feline stepped inside after the Medic, still holding his injured paw aloft as he looked around. His already round eyes seemed even larger than usual as he tried to take in everything at once, doing a small, awkward, three-legged spin to get a look at the entire room. Everything about this place was kind of enticing, and this showed on his face, small mouth having fallen open as he surveyed this new scene.

Finally, his attention settled back to Lottie and the bandages, and equal parts eagerly and awkwardly, he hopped towards her. "Cool place you've got here," he commented in search of conversation, taking a moment to watch his injured paw drip blood onto the floor as though to punctuate his statement. Yeah yeah, call her den cool, and then bleed all over it like some kind of sick joke, he thought sarcastically to himself, though he had a feeling that if Lottie was the Head Medic, she had seen much worse. Briefly, his thoughts traveled to Jacob and his bandages - whatever had happened to his friend probably hadn't been that pretty, and it had probably been Lottie who patched him up. Though really, that wasn't his business, so he quickly banished the thought from his brain. Realizing he hadn't introduced himself, he added, "I'm Billie Joe, by the way. But you can just call me Billie."