Posts by BILLIE

Another meeting? Damn, how often did they have these things? Was there really that much information to give all the time? Hell, Billie couldn't even really remember what she talked about last time, so this time probably wouldn't be much more interesting, but it wasn't like he had anything better to do. Wandering over, he glanced around for familiar faces to seat himself near, though quickly wound up in the back a short distance from Jersey, tapping his foot to some internal rhythm as he waited to get this done with.

Billie nodded along to Jacob's explanation about the food, pretending to fully understand what he was talking about. He raised a feline eyebrow as Jacob gave a small laugh, unable to keep himself from letting one out too. There was something so sweetly appealing about the canine's behaviour - his little giggles, his soft voice and way of speaking - that Billie couldn't help but notice. He gave a shrug as the other tried to play down the compliment, still wearing the goofy grin from before as he spoke. "Maybe. But you shouldn't compare yourself to other people, y'know?" He usually did his best not to do that to himself too, because no matter how hard he tried or how much he wanted to be like someone else, he would always be Billie Joe. Nothing could change that, so why should he try? Besides, he had probably learned to play the guitar before he learned to speak anyway, and he had a feeling Jerseyboy had similar experience, but that didn't matter - if Jacob liked to play, then he should. He thought he sounded fine anyway.

"You don't know what rock is?" he asked suddenly, pressing a socked paw to his own chest as he feigned insult for a moment before he let it fall again, giving a few nods as Jacob kept speaking. "Yeah, it's just like, a genre, or whatever," he confirmed before he considered Jacob's next statement. "That's what I wish I could do. Write stories as songs, inspire people, y'know?" He had written song fragments before, snippets of lyrics and ideas and chords to support them, but so far, nothing seemed to fit together to create something complete. "Hey," he said suddenly as an idea occurred to him. "If ya really want to get better at playing, maybe we could, like, play together. I could show you some tricks, or something." He had actually never played alongside someone else before, but he had a good feeling about Jacob - and hey, maybe he could show him what rock and roll really was.

Funny, Billie had done basically the exact opposite of Mike - he had willingly left everyone he knew behind, stumbling across Blizzardclan and making new friends. It seemed this guy was, in fact, looking for friends he already knew. "Don't think we know any Dustins or Wills or... any of those other people," supplied the small tuxedo as he appeared, expression somewhat sympathetic. He felt some pity for the poor guy - he couldn't have been much older than himself, and hey, sometimes the world was scary when it felt like you were in it alone. Falling quiet, he watched the other boy with soft green eyes, waiting to see how he would reply to Pierce and Vela's offers.

Oh, Billie had seen this guy when he first arrived. Mike, wasn't it? Mike, who had lost his friends and couldn't find them. Poor kid. He didn't know the story of how it had happened or why or anything, but he could only imagine that Mike probably felt really, really shitty and lost. He knew he would. Still, he guessed that it was good the other boy had found himself in Blizzardclan, since everyone here was pretty welcoming. Not to mention it also seemed like they were all going through some kind of depressing experience in one way or another, though in that respect, it seemed Billie was the only one who had been spared.

Drawn over by the splashing of the rocks and the figures of his Clanmates, the tuxedo came to stand on the shore of the lake too, peering over at the others. He wasn't really sure what to say to them - he was still getting to know the huge number of people here. Picking up a smooth stone of his own, he attempted to mimic Mike's 'skipping,' though similarly, his rock did nothing but splash and sink sadly. "Hey, uh, don't be sad man," he meowed after watching it sink. "I can't skip rocks either." He hoped his weakass joke would lighten the situation.

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Unlike Pierce and Everett, Billie had no idea what he really wanted in his life. Love, he guessed, however that may someday come to him, but he rarely considered the future so deeply. He was still just a kid, and besides, he preferred to take life one day at a time. However, he was certain of one thing - babies were pretty fucking adorable. He was little more than one himself and definitely still small enough in stature to be considered such.

Appearing just in time to catch Pierce's explanation, the petite tuxedo cat came to stand nearby, close enough to Pierce so that he too could get a better look at the kids. "What kinda asshole would just leave them here?" he meowed, tone reasonably pissed. His mom, alone, had had to deal with not just him but his siblings too, and as far as he knew, she had never considered just abandoning them somewhere. He had never gotten along with his mother, but at least she hadn't been that terrible. God, some people were just awful. His green eyes surveyed the serval kittens, and despite the sour taste their abandonment had put in his mouth, a smile couldn't help but find his soft features. Cute. Deciding he didn't want to crowd them too much, he took a step back, still watching curiously from a distance. They were lucky they got left here, in Blizzardclan, rather than somewhere else - the world wasn't always so kind to kids.

If Bonnie tried to tell Billie he was from some land of demons, the boy would have scoffed. Bullshit, he would say, regardless of how true it might have been. For him, there was one reality - here, now, the life he was living on this world. Anything else was either untrue or irrelevant. He himself came from what he felt were pretty normal beginnings - raised by his mom alongside his siblings before deciding to run away. It wasn't complicated. He had always been the odd one out in his family anyway, and so far, he liked his life much better here.

The short tuxedo came into view behind Jacob, examining the newcomer with eyebrows raised and a small smile in place. Briefly, he stole a glance at the husky next to him before speaking. "Yeah, cool to meet ya, Bonnie. I'm Billie. Billie Joe." He wasn't sure what he thought of the new guy yet, he seemed a bit... off, maybe, but hey, who was he to judge. "Got him handled, Jake?" he asked, making it out as a joke as he gave Bonnie a sly wink, though he was mostly looking to confirm the medic would be alright giving the tour on his own right now.

Spin the bottle - Billie had never played, but he knew the concept, and saw nothing wrong with a little harmless fun. A kiss was just a kiss, after all, and it didn't have to mean anything. Trotting over, he quickly inserted himself by Jerseyboy, feeling no reason to say anything just yet, as he felt his presence was enough to announce he was joining the game. The only weird thing here would be the age gaps, but even then, it was all in good humor anyway, right?

A quick political announcement? Sounded like bullshit, but Billie tuned in to listen anyway since he was nearby, a feline eyebrow quirked skeptically. The Rift? He had never heard of them anyway, though he was far from well-educated about allies and enemies and frankly didn't care to be. He had been right - this was irrelevant. Feeling no need to comment, the kid went on his merry way.

Billie had yet to attend any parties since joining Blizzardclan. He had always considered himself the type to enjoy a good party, though this wasn't really what he had been envisioning at the time. Still, he liked the set-up - it was cute - and in addition to probably being considered a 'kiddo,' it definitely seemed like a fun idea to throw on a wig and drown himself in some glitter.

"Diggin' the facepaint, Pierce," he commented as he arrived, flashing the vice-leader and his daughter a grin. Though he wasn't sure what the serval thought of him - and truthfully, Billie thought he tended to be a bit of a killjoy - he still thought he was a pretty nice guy. Deciding it was okay to help himself to Pierce's collection of costumes, he quickly donned a wild pink wig, which framed the small tuxedo's face comically. Turning so he faced Jacob, he struck a pose before asking, "Am I a fairy yet? Watcha think?"

//2 am post my bad

Alright, Billie was starting to understand this shit - meetings were once a week, and she talked about events and politics and shit. Kinda boring, but he didn't really have much else to do anyway. Arriving after Jersey, the small tuxedo took a seat, giving a large yawn before his attention fell back to Sweet.

"Truefortune? Badass name, dude," Billie mused as he appeared after Albion's call, gaze flickering across the dragon and then to her buddy. He thought the guy seemed kind of... nervous maybe? Something like that. A genuine smile finding his face, he offered one small paw out to Truefortune, like one may offer a handshake. "The name's Billie Joe."

Jacob. Billie liked the young medic - liked him a lot. He liked most people here, he guessed, but he had come to think of Jacob as more than just 'some people.' He was, at the very least, his friend, and he found himself concerned for him on a pretty regular basis. He knew the husky didn't want to show it, but Billie knew he wasn't always as happy as he liked to pretend he was. He wasn't sure what he had been through to make him like he was, but he did know he deserved better. He knew that he for sure did not deserve to get fucking stolen by some distant assholes looking to start trouble. No one deserved that. No one. But especially not Jacob, and god damn it, that made him furious.

He liked to consider himself something of a pacifist. Violence wasn't and never was the right answer, was it? Still, he was a bit hypocritical in his ways, because although violence wasn't the right answer, he felt it could damn well still be an answer. Perhaps it wouldn't have occurred to him to go out there and beat their asses until they gave Jacob back, but as he spotted Jersey stalking towards the exit, he put two and two together, and, in an instant, was on his feet. The two had more in common than just appearances - if Jersey was going, than he was absolutely going to follow. Forget that he couldn't fight for the life of him - this wasn't about that anyway. "Hey, yeah, where ya goin', Jers?" he echoed, though something in his tone said he wasn't really looking for an answer. "I'm coming with you," he announced, tiny self attempting to follow closely after the larger tuxedo.

Billie's story had some similarities with Summer's - he had grown up away from the Clans with his mom, and had had few real interactions with others beforehand. However, the key difference here was that he had run away from home. Somewhere his mom was still alive, and his siblings were all probably still with her. He had never gotten along with his mother, and he had always craved something more than the life they had then, so once he felt he could handle himself, he had split. Catching wind of Clanlife, he had searched a short time before stumbling across Blizzardclan, and, well, now he was here.

The petite tuxedo cat appeared after Rajah, looking even smaller in the shadow of the tiger. A friendly grin finding his features, he gave a small wave and meowed a simple, "Hey," in greeting, falling silent after that since Rajah had already asked her what she needed. She was a joiner, he assumed, but hey, you could never be sure.

Billie didn't know shit about about how the healers actually did their jobs. He didn't know what any herbs were called, or what they did, or how they were supposed to be used, but he did know one thing - it was cool as hell. He had visited Lottie in the medic den with an injury before, and he had loved it in there. Though he wasn't really aware of how big a deal the loss of their herb stores were, he was well aware that it fucking sucked. So he was more than happy to lend them a hand replacing them - it sounded fun.

"Hey, yeah, I'll come!" he announced after Jacob's summons, trotting over a few moments after Pierce and flashing his usual crooked-toothed smile around before his attention focused on the medic trainee. "You're gonna have to tell me what we're lookin' for though - I don't know shit." Hey, this could be a learning experience too.

It sometimes seemed like Billie was the only one without many problems. He had yet to suffer at the hands of any real tragedies of any kind. Hell, he'd say the saddest thing about him was probably his parents, but he didn't feel too torn up about it anyway. He could only feel so bad about his relationship with his mom, and as for his dad - well, you couldn't really miss what you never had, right? He had never experienced anything even close to what Mike and Jacob were going through. He often found himself wondering how he could help all his Clanmates, but really, what could he do?

As Mike's shriek found his ears, he looked up from his guitar, round eyes growing even rounder in surprise as the other boy came dashing into camp. Hurriedly but carefully, he placed his guitar on the ground before following quickly after Jacob, still looking somewhat startled. Mike - the kid who lost his friends. Damn, that sucked. Startled expression melting into a smile as Mike replied, confirming he was okay, he gave a small laugh. "What, did ya see some ghosts or somethin'?" he joked, though quickly decided to let that be. Who knew what the hell Mike was dealing with, and he wasn't going to push him about it. "I'm Billie, by the way, if you forgot," he continued, reintroducing himself though he suspected, or at least hoped, he hadn't been forgotten.

Billie Joe didn't have a lot of cool talents. He wasn't a good hunter, he didn't know how to fight. He couldn't heal or paint or draw. But he could do one thing - make music. He knew it too. It was all he was really good at, so why not be proud of it? He had had his old guitar for as long as he could remember, and with nothing to do back in his old home, he had quickly gotten the hang of it. It was all so natural to him, the sounds and the feelings and the melodies. The words and the singing came later, but even those he picked up quickly. It was just a matter of figuring out what to say, what stories to tell. He was still so young, so he had few of his own to share, but he was creative - he could just invent stories.

He had started song after song, leaving each one incomplete as he failed to find the right words to finish them or got distracted with some new idea. Now though, now, he had finally done it. His first finished song. He felt it was only right to give it the introduction it deserved and share it with his Clanmates. Everyone seemed so bummed lately - maybe a little music would cheer them up. That was the whole idea of it anyway, to share a little happiness, right? And if they didn't like it, they didn't have to listen. He didn't give a shit either way.

He had taken his guitar into camp before also dragging in a short crate to stand on and a small, beat up old amp that inexplicably worked without power. Maybe it ran off batteries. Billie's roleplayer didn't know and didn't care to figure it out either. Plugging in his miniature instrument, the pint sized tuxedo cat stepped up onto his box, which increased his already marginal height by a few inches. He had never performed for anyone before, but he felt like this was the right way to do it. "Hey, ya motherfuckers!" he called affectionately and in a voice shockingly loud for a creature his size. "If anyone wants to listen to, uh, some fuckin' music or somethin', I'm gonna play a song." Was he nervous? He wasn't sure. This all felt natural so far, and really, the worst that could happen is they didn't like it. And so what if they didn't? He thought it was pretty good. Patiently now he waited, turning his green eyes down to Blue as he examined the guitar's strings. No use singing to a crowd that wasn't there.

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Billie didn't know jack shit about how herbs worked, or how to use them, or anything even close to those lines. However, learning about them seemed way more interesting than learning how to fight or getting involved in the inter-Clan politics so many of his Clanmates seemed to be so well-versed in. All that seemed like a waste of time and effort to him. Healing though, you could actually help people. He had already visited the medic den once for help with a bleeding paw, and really, what Lottie did seemed much preferable to, like, Jersey's job or something. Not to mention Jacob was a healer too.

The small tuxedo found himself making his way over at the Head Medic's call after Pierce, leaning forward to get a better look at the stuffed animals she had brought. "The hell are these for?" he asked, a smile on his face as he glanced quizzically upwards to Lottie. He knew she was going to reveal their purpose soon, but hey, sometimes it was nice to just talk. Taking a seat, he glanced briefly around at the others as he waited for the lesson to start, humming softly to himself as he did so.

Billie appeared a few moments after Huff, meowing something along the lines of "Yeah yeah, we're here!" Oh yes, they were here. Lots of them, always. If there was one thing he had learned about Blizzardclan, it was that there was always someone nearby, whether you wanted them around or not. He didn't usually mind though - he liked most everyone here, and he never minded a little company.

The small tuxedo offered a crooked-toothed smile and a nod in greeting before he spoke. "Yeah, cool to meetcha. I'm Billie Joe." Harrierpaw - he wondered what that would become when she got her full name, or whatever. He didn't fully understand what the purpose of the changing names was, but they were kind of cool.

Billie had been waiting through each interaction, a grin of amusement on his face as a kiss was exchanged each time. Everyone seemed to be taking it differently, though so far it had been little more than cute kisses on the cheek. He guessed he understood the hesitance, but this was a game - where was the fun in the little grandma smooches they were all giving out?

He wriggled his nose slightly as Jacob kissed Ska'arq - though he'd definitely do it, he didn't really want to make out with any adults - before watching the husky spin the bottle again, green eyes bright as they followed its rotation. London - they were dating anyway, weren't they? As the couple kissed, he found himself glancing down at his paws for just a moment before looking back up. God, there was so much fucking tension in this game. Briefly, he found himself hoping it would be his turn soon - maybe he could shake it up a little.

As it was, his wish was granted as the bottle came to land on him. "Oh, hey," he meowed, grinning and giving the other child a small wave. He didn't really know London that well, but that wasn't about to stop him. "Try not to be too jealous, Jake," he said with a wink as he got to his paws, standing on tiptoe so he could reach the clouded leopard and place a confident, carefree kiss on her lips. She had been shy about kissing her own boyfriend, god only knew how she would feel about this, but to Billie, it was meaningless - all in good fun, right?

Sitting back down and shaking out his fur, he gave a small huff of breath before giving the bottle a quick spin.