Posts by BILLIE

Billie gave a bright laugh as the bottle landed on Jacob. First London, and now Jacob - what were the odds he got to kiss both of the only people actually in a relationship? Who were in a relationship with each other? Fairly good, apparently. His round eyes flickered up to Jacob, and he quirked an eyebrow, still grinning like an idiot. The whole thing just seemed hilarious to him, and Jacob's hesitance only reinforced this. He looked like he was looking for approval, approval from London, as if he wasn't sure if this was okay or not. Well, he didn't have to wait for his girlfriend to give the 'okay,' because Billie was about to instead.

"Alright, alright, c'mere," he meowed with false impatience, the much shorter creature reaching up with his front paws to pull Jacob's face down to his. He would show these two kids how to have a good time. Scrunching his eyes shut, he pressed his lips to his, still smiling through the kiss before finally releasing the husky and letting out another cheerful laugh, though his face felt a little warm now too. What was it that was different from this kis and London? Nothing. It was nothing - it was just the thrill of it, he guessed. Taking a step back, he placed himself back in his seat beside Jersey, running a paw through the fluffy, disheveled fur on his cheek as he did so. Briefly, his green gaze flickered across the other gathered creatures before finally settling again on Jacob, shit-eating grin still playing his round features as he waited for him to take his turn once more. He hoped he hadn't freaked out his friend too much, but he couldn't really feel bad about this.

Oh, so that's what the toys were for - cool! The small boy listened quietly for a moment as Lottie passed out the supplies, examining his own stuffed animal and bandages before considering her question. Well, damned if he knew - he could probably make a guess, but he was still just a kid with absolutely no training. He glanced around at Huff and Ska'arq and Max as they all answered, eyebrows raising as he tried to take in everything that they were saying. All this about blood flow and tissues and tourniquets was foreign to him - what Huff said was way easier to understand. Perhaps Lottie would clear all this up in a minute.

Billie had been in Blizzardclan a while now, and though he had spent much of that time in confusion, he was starting to figure things out. The way ranks worked, Clan relations, meetings - it was all bullshit, but he was beginning to understand it and get used to it. He found such tradition, and even more so politics, to be useless at best. The relations with other Clans could be fun, he guessed, but otherwise, he couldn't really see much benefit. He chose to stay out of such things, leaving that to the people who chose to waste their precious time worrying about what others thought of them. He liked most of his Clanmates, liked them a lot, but they worried too much. Life was short, and he had way better things to do with his time.

So he focused on what he was passionate about. For as long as he could remember, that had been music - listening to it, playing it, and today, making his own. Songwriting, to be exact. Not only did he have a lot to say, but he also had stories to tell. Fiction, dreamed up by a young, imaginative mind. Perhaps if he had been a bit different, he'd be writing novels, but alas, Billie Joe didn't have the mindset for that sort of tale. Instead, he was incorporating such fantasies into his music. Still, he had a long way to go before he was very good - at a mere six months old, self-teaching and talent still hadn't taken him very far. He couldn't spell very well, and lacked experience that could only come with time. Nevertheless, he was doing his best anyway.

The petite tuxedo was sprawled out in a small meadow near camp, trusty blue guitar laid on the ground beside him as he gazed down at a small, crumpled notebook. If one were to try to read what he had written, it would be nearly impossible to understand, both because of poor handwriting and lousy spelling.

//sorry this is late and BAD its 12 am

nerys

A party. Billie had only attended one party before, and it had been Pierce's little fairy-game thing. Not to say that that hadn't been enjoyable enough, but he was looking for a bit more excitement. He wasn't quite sure what he was expecting from this event, but just the fact that it was called a murder mystery had definitely captured his attention.

The young Blizzardclanner had helped himself to the costume chest and now wore a loosely knotted red tie around his neck as he meandered aimlessly through the crowd. A distance away, he spotted Jersey and Jacob speaking to a small blond feline he didn't recognize - perhaps he'd go over to say hello in a minute, but first, he found himself at the snack table. The tuxedo swayed slightly to the music as he surveyed the options, gaze lingering for a moment on the liquor. He was six months old - something told him he wasn't supposed to be drinking beer or anything, but somehow this knowledge just cemented his decision, and, with a quiet look over his shoulder as though to make sure no one was watching, he got on his tip toes and grabbed a bottle.

He paused, took a sip, and then wrinkled his nose. Bitter, but it didn't stop him from taking another swig as he turned back around, again trying to pick out a friend or a stranger from the crowd to talk to.

Billie still had a lot to learn still. Though he was getting used to all of Blizzardclan's customs, he had yet to really witness any powers in action. This included body switching. For the most part, he didn't even know anyone had powers, and if he did, he wouldn't have considered that anyone had the ability to change physical forms. Superpowers were supposed to be, like, flying and shooting beams out of your eyes and shit, right?

Billie was used to weird things happening by now, so the sight of a disgruntled, unfamiliar lynx didn't raise many questions. It was what everyone else was saying, what he was saying, that was confusing. Jersey? But Jersey was a tuxedo cat, like he was. Was Pierce high? He found that about as unlikely as Jerseyboy suddenly becoming a lynx, so he guessed either option was viable. However, as the small feline trotted over for a closer look, he spotted the discarded bowtie and caught the sound of the all too familiar New Jersey accent. "Jersey? What the fuck," he meowed, not sure if he should laugh or be concerned. "Your huge as fuck, that's whatcha are," he offered, having no idea what a lynx was either. He stole a glance at Pierce as he asked if he was okay - he had been wondering the same thing, since this didn't seem normal. "How the hell'd you do that? What happened to the old you?" Where did his old cat-self go? Was it gone? Dead? How did all this shit work, anyway?

Billie had been fucking pissed when he discovered what had happened to Jacob. Livid. He didn't usually have many opportunities to be angry, but god dammit, when he was mad, he was mad. He had been all too ready to march over there with Jersey to take the medic trainee back before Lottie had stopped them in their tracks.

Billie wasn't even sure what he had been doing when he caught the sound of Jacob's cries, because it was forgotten almost instantly. He tripped slightly over his own paws as he hurried forward, scurrying to a stop behind Pierce, round green eyes searching the form of the husky as he caught his breath. For a brief moment, he was startled - he had never seen him without the bandages before, though really, what had he expected to be underneath them? - but that was quickly replaced with worry and that now familiar spark of anger at the state the other boy was in. Without his wheelchair, stripped of his bandages and crying, and they had done this to him. A couple assholes who had issues with Blizzardclan and were too cowardly to sort it out like adults had decided to take it out on Jacob, who deserved so much more than to be treated this way.

Glancing at the scarf Pierce offered, the small tuxedo snatched it from his grip, taking a step forward to wrap it carefully around the husky. The furious expression on his face softened slightly as he did so, and he took a moment to mumble quietly, "What the fuck'd they do to ya, Jake?" Could he even comfort him after what had happened to him?

Billie arrived a moment after Jersey, the small tuxedo placing himself by his bigger counterpart in a rushed post. These meetings really were kind of a bore, but it wasn't like he had much else to do anyway.

Billie had far from grown up in Blizzardclan - in fact, he had left his mom and siblings behind when he made the decision to go off and find a better place to live. Or, more like ran away. Sometimes he wondered if they missed him, missed their weird little shit of a brother and son. Maybe. Or maybe they didn't care. He tried not to let that get him down too much, because he had a new 'family' here. Jacob and Jersey and everyone else. They all seemed like they liked him well enough, and he thought they were pretty cool too.

He glanced up as a young, vaguely familiar voice found his ears, letting the pencil fall from his mouth as he glanced upward towards the source. Oh, it was one of Pierce's kids. He still wasn't sure how he felt about Pierce - he admired the vice-leader for his understanding and care for the Clan he guessed, but at the same time, he seemed like he sort of had a stick up his ass. He had seen the looks of disapproval the older male gave him, and had noticed how he was always, always nice, no matter the situation. Plus, there was the fact that the serval practically insisted his name was William Joseph rather than Billie Joe, despite his objections otherwise. Still, he didn't reflect his opinions on Pierce to his daughter - he would hate to be compared to his parents. Though she was just a kid, she was still her own person.

"Oh, hey, uhh," he began, stretching out his greeting as he tried to remember her name. "Uhh, Nerys, right?" Was that it? That sounded right. A small smile replacing the look of concentration he had worn previously, he sat up so that he was taller than the younger feline, though he had a strong feeling his superior stature wouldn't last forever. "I was just, uh, writing some shit. For songs, y'know?" Cursing in front of little kids - that was another thing that seemed to tick off her father. He glanced back down at the scribbled, misspelled words he had scrawled out. If he hadn't been the one to write them he doubted they would be legible. He looked back up, peering around the smaller cat before his green eyes settled back on her. "What're you doin', anyway? Lookin' for trouble?" He punctuated his question with a small wink as he reached down to place the pencil on top of his notebook, signifying he was done writing for the time being.

//rushed at the end kdfhkj

Billie Joe had fucking had it with the Exiles too. He could never understand the desire to continuously hurt other people the way that they did, violence for violence's sake. This alone was enough to piss him right off - then there was the glaringly obvious offense of taking Jacob, and though he was less familiar with her, Lottie too. He had all the motive and cause to go over there and try to kick some Exiler ass, but he had made up his mind - he was staying home. A raid wasn't the place for him, nor did he support this sort of warfare. Not to mention he had zero practical training as well as zero drive to learn such skills. Plus someone had to be here to hold down the fort, right?

The small boy approached at Pierce's call but hung back, clearly not going to participate but letting out a loud, "Good luck out there," to the rest of his Clanmates. If these Exiles were all they were cracked up to be, he had a bad feeling his friends would need it.

Billie didn't really know Chesspieces, nor did he know anything about magic. More likely than not, if asked about it, he'd tell you 'magic' was a bunch of bullshit. Surely there was a logical explanation for this sort of thing, like Jersey switching bodies - which had been weird as hell - he just didn't know it. Maybe someone smarter than him did. He wasn't sure, but it was starting to get to a point where he just didn't question this sort of thing.

Billie probably wouldn't have even spotted the medic if it wasn't for the brightly covered scarf covering his body, and it took him a good moment to realize that there was an actual guy underneath it, and he doubted he was just laying there enjoying himself with a scarf over his face. Hurrying over towards him though having slight difficult traversing the snow with his short legs, the small tuxedo pulled the scarf off of the other feline, green eyes slightly round. Shit, was he dead? "Hey, uh, guy! Wake up guy!" he meowed urgently, unsure if he should try to shake him awake or just keep shouting at him. Briefly, he looked around for one of the medic team members. They'd know what to do, right?

Billie hadn't been feeling that great. At first, he assumed he was just tired, worn out from running around the Clan and stressing over this whole Exiles business, or maybe he was just growing or something. That would be nice - he could stand to be a bit taller -, but as the days went on, it just got worse and worse. His head hurt all the time - a dull ache that, though not terrible, was definitely annoying and was growing more severe as time went by. Not to mention the dizziness, and he had actually thrown up this morning after he woke up. Something was wrong with him, and he was only going downhill, but he had been trying to push through it in the hopes that his little flu would solve itself, especially with the medics' supplies running so low. Not to mention they were missing their Head Medic - they had enough to stress about.

But he was tired. He felt like shit. He didn't even want to play Blue - maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to have Jake or Chesspieces at least have a look at him. He wouldn't take any of their limited herbs, he promised himself that, though perhaps there was something else they could do to help him get better. Billie came to this decision as he lay on the outskirts of camp, looking every bit as terrible as he felt - his already unkept fur had grown even more unruly, and his usually bright eyes were dull. He needed to get up, to walk across camp to the medics' cabin where they'd hopefully be, but it just seemed so damn far. Sucking in a deep breath, the petite tom lurched to his paws, swaying as he was struck with another wave of dizziness. He tried to stay still as he fought to settle his stomach, squeezing his eyes closed as he began to steady himself, although as he came back to his senses he began to realize he had a new problem.

At first he just thought his nose was running, which wouldn't have been too odd with all his other symptoms, but a quick swipe across his face with a paw left his white toes stained with a streak of crimson. "Aw, fuckin' hell," he scowled, sounding more agitated than concerned as he pressed his paw back to his nose, trying to staunch the blood that now flowed from it. A nosebleed, and a bad one at that - another ailment to add to his ever growing list. What kind of jacked up flu was this? Was it even a flu? Maybe he was dying - with all that was going on, he wouldn't even be surprised. Lowering his butt back to the ground, the black and white feline removed his paw to see if there had been any improvement, only to place it back over his small nose once more, metaphorical eyebrows lowered and appearing both incredibly pissed and disconcerted, plan of seeing the medics currently forgotten as he was distracted by his newest dilemma.

This had been something of an impulsive decision, but then again, most decisions Billie made were. At six months old, he had already run away from home, drank alcohol, and kissed two people. Now, he had left his home again, though this time, that home had been Blizzardclan. He had liked it there, he honestly had - as a whole, everyone had been pretty chill, but there had been few that he really connected with. Connection was important to the kid; without it, everyone was just floating around in a bubble of small talk and pleasantries, wasting their time. That was why he had left - not because he couldn't find a connection, but because he already had. Jacob had come here, all by himself, all the way from Blizzardclan. It hadn't taken much more than that to cause Billie to pack up his belongings and head off in the direction of Sunclan too, though really, he had no idea what to expect. He knew so little about other Clans - would it be similar to Blizzardclan, or something entirely new?

It was a long walk there, and it was clear the small tuxedo was tired as he let his cat-sized guitar slide off his back and into the dirt upon his arrival on the border. However, his eyes were bright as he glanced around, taking in the massive structures of the city as he took a seat. He looked particularly tiny there by himself, on the edge of something so large, but either he didn't realize this, or he didn't care. He wondered if anyone was even around - the place seemed so big, it wouldn't have surprised him if there wasn't. "Hey, uh, is anyone around?" he called loudly, peering around as though expecting someone to randomly melt from the bushes and say hello. "My name's Billie Joe - I'm here to join, I guess," he continued, deciding to cut right to the chase. He had done this before - he knew how it was supposed to go now.

Unlike Eden, Billie knew very little about politics, but perhaps that was because he wasn't all that interested in educating himself. He just found it to be a big waste of time, though that did admittedly cause for regular confusion on his end. Still, he had gotten by pretty alright so far - he could just bullshit his way through politics anyway. He was a pretty good bullshitter.

"Oh, hey, wow," he meowed, a genuine smile finding his soft features as Eden said his name. It seemed he would never stop being amazed by all the different people he ran into, whether it be massive dragons or little cats with glittering wings. Damn, the world was full of cool ass things. His grin broadened slightly as the girl spoke, nodding slightly as she listed all sorts of activities. He hadn't been consciously worried he wouldn't like it here, but her friendliness was certainly a comfort that he would enjoy it plenty. His green eyes diverted from her slightly as Bareilles appeared, though he wasn't quite sure why he was apologizing, or if he could correctly repeat his name back to him. "No, it's great to meet ya, Eden, and, uh, can I call ya Barry?"

If he were going to say anything else to the two, it was interrupted by Jacob's sudden appearance. If he had been smiling before, he was absolutely beaming now, revealing endearingly crooked teeth. Jacob - good Jacob, kind Jacob, sweet Jacob. His friend. "Hey, Jake ! I - oof!" His sentence was cut short as he was crushed in a hug by the much larger husky, and though his words were momentarily forgotten, the tiny feline let out a laugh that surely sufficed to express his happiness to be reunited with the former medic. Playing guitar and snacking on pasta - it seemed that nothing would change except the location. "Yeah, yeah, sounds great, man!" he managed after a moment - it really did -, punctuating his words with another small laugh. He felt comfortable there, wrapped up in the dog's large paws, but he squeezed out of it as Werifesteria appeared and made a comment about his guitar. He couldn't exactly ignore that, could he?

Weri...weri... what now? To a kid named Billie Joe, that was pretty complicated. "God damn, you guys have got some crazy names," he commented, though he didn't mean anything by it, as he lifted his pint-sized guitar from its resting place on the ground to show the other feline. The instrument was obviously pretty old and battered, though clearly well-loved. "Six strings, actually. Maybe I can show ya how to play sometime." Back in Blizzardclan his guitar and his music had caused the occasional spark of interest, and he was always happy to share it if people wanted to listen.

//rushed at the end i gtg to bed oops

A meeting, huh? Billie guessed things were pretty similar here as compared to Blizzardclan, though it did seem there was much more going on here in terms of events and news. Which, honestly, was perfectly fine with him - he was always looking for some way to keep himself occupied.

Shuffling over, the small tuxedo placed himself next to Jerseyboy, since he was the only one he was familiar with yet, humming a small tune as he waited for the meeting to proceed. He usually wasn't that interested in meetings, since they seemed to only cover politics, but so far at least some of this information had grabbed his attention.

Pierce - Billie knew him, he guessed, though not all that well. And, truthfully, he wasn't sure if he really cared to. He could appreciate the Vice-Leader's sense of purpose and reliability, he guessed, but like Jerseyboy, he definitely didn't see him as any sort of friend. He was too uptight, took the rules too seriously, and as a personal note, seemed to refuse to call Billie Joe by his real name. For whatever reason, he seemed to think it was a nickname for something longer - William Joseph or some shit - and had instead decided his new nickname was Willie. Billie was his real name, not a nickname, but he couldn't seem to get it through the serval's skull.

Nevertheless, he found himself kind of... happy to see Pierce. He was still getting used to things here, and though it was great to have Jacob and Jersey around, he was still getting used to all the new people here, and it was nice to see another familiar face. "Pierce? What the hell are ya doin' here, man?" he asked, tone friendly as a sideways, crooked-toothed smile broke across his face. He assumed he was here on some sort of important leader-like business - what else could it be?

Billie felt like he had had a pretty standard childhood. He had grown up with his siblings and his mom in some far off city, where they had always gotten by alright. However, he had always been a bit different from his brothers and sisters. Though also being the smallest out of the lot physically, he had also been the 'bad kid,' running off constantly, getting into trouble, disobeying his mother's wishes just for the sake of disobeying them. Needless to say, his relationship with his parent had been rocky, the two of them never quite seeing eye to eye. Eventually, he had got sick of it and ran off for good, hitting the road with nothing but his old guitar and a hunger for a little spice in his life. He was probably a bit young to be having such thoughts, but he didn't like to let his age stop him from having a good time.

He wasn't quite sure why he was awake at this hour. Perhaps he was exploring the city, or perhaps he had been struck with inspiration and had been writing some sort of song. Or maybe he just didn't feel like sleeping. Whatever the reason, it didn't matter, because it was soon forgotten as he came across the small group of Sunclanners observing the sky. Though he didn't often take the time for such activities, that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it - in fact, he wondered why he didn't just... chill more often. "Are we stargazing?" he asked as he arrived, green gaze blinking upward at the dotted night sky. He hoped that's what they were doing, otherwise he had some other questions to ask. "Does anyone know any constellations or whatever the fuck they're called?" He didn't know much, but maybe someone could point out something cool up there.

In a way, Billie Joe had a few things in common with Alex. He too had spent time searching for a place to stay, leaving his old home and coming first to Blizzardclan. Perhaps he would have stayed there if it weren't for Jacob leaving, but as it were, his heart didn't lie with Blizzardclan, but with their former medic. So he had left shortly after the husky, dragging his old guitar with him to Sunclan. Would he stay here? He liked to think so, but again, he would have to wait and see. So long as his friends remained he supposed so - plus, he planned to make new ones.

It was the singing that caught Billie's attention rather than the actual sight of the strange canine on the border. The voice was pleasant and the words unfamiliar, and needless to say, the petite tuxedo was quick to search for it's source. As the dog came into view, Billie skittered to a stop. The guy looked... bummed out, maybe. Or maybe he was just thinking. Either way, he had to be here for a reason, right? He took a moment to look around for another Sunclanner, having never been the first to adress a stranger on their borders, but upon not seeing one, he gave a small shrug to himself before opening his mouth to speak. "Hey, man, watcha doin'?" was his question, head tipping curiously as though to punctuate it. "Like singing? Me too. I'm Billie Joe, and this is Sunclan, by the way." Was he doing this right? Oh, what did it matter anyway.

Pierce - another familiar face that had followed Billie to Sunclan. He had mixed feelings about the guy, but despite his own personal thoughts, he knew he was pretty alright to have around. Their personalities simply didn't mix well, plus, he often found himself ticked off by the serval, though at this point he assumed the feeling was pretty mutual.

Still, that wasn't going to stop him from getting his face painted - wasn't the Vice-Leader some sort of amazing artist? -, and maybe he could come up with some sort of goofy question to ask Pierce. "Hey, Pierce," he greeted as he sauntered over after Eden, usual soft though shit-eating grin on his features. "You know me but not my name - it's Billie Joe," he continued, emphasizing his name since, for some reason, Pierce never seemed to get it right. The tiny feline sat down nearby the spotted one, incredibly dwarfed by the other's size as he turned his green gaze up to him. "You can paint my face, if ya want. And, uh, why'd ya come to Sunclan, anyway?" A more legitimate question than he had been intending, but easy enough to answer he guessed.

hoooooh boy it's been a long time since i made one of these bUT i'd really like for billie to get to know his new clanmates and maybe get some fun little things going o: so to give a quick summary he's a friendly little shit, has almost no self-discipline and a knack for trouble, but his heart is (mostly) in the right place. his full tags are here ! (sorry they're a bit messy) he's open to a ton of stuff so if you've got any ideas please suggest them !!

open to-

- new friends !! and people to chill with in general

- friendly rivalries

- enemies / people to fight with given the right reasons

- people to get into trouble with (alcohol ?? stealing?? dRuGs??)

- musical buddies !! starting a band ??

- crushes on him

- familial figures (brothers, sisters, aunts/uncles, etc.)

maybe/possibly open to -

- flirting with y/c

- physical fights

- some kind of ?? romantic fling as an attempt to distract himself from his actual relationship status? but really iffy since it would only end bad for all of them and he'd feel guilty af

closed to-

- dying lol

- getting captured/seriously injured

- any type of long term/real relationship

Billie had started to think he would get used all these... odd sorts of creatures. Dragons, foxes and shit with wings - though all impressive for sure, he would have assumed that by now there would be little to surprise him. Still, he sure as hell wasn't expecting this. A spider by itself would be okay, but this one looked like it could eat Billie's skinny ass in one bite.

"Whoa-hoa, what the fuck kinda spider are you, man?" he asked incredulously as he approached, feline eyebrows raised and an odd, open-mouthed smile on his face. He was impressed certainly, and he had no reason to believe that Abathur was going to, y'know, eat him, but he wasn't sure he felt comfortable about him either. Strategically, he placed himself a bit behind Jeryseyboy, peering around at the arachnid from beside the larger tuxedo. "I'm, uh, Billie Joe, by the way. What'd you say your name was?" He may have just missed it, or the eight-legged creature had failed to share it.