Recent content by Billiepaw

The pale moon overhead cast shadows on the many mingling pelts in the heart of clan territory, but it somehow disappointed her from what she had previously fantasized. The earth was splattered with blood and fur and rogue scent—Windclan was nowhere to be seen and Shadowclan was sickly and tense...

Surprise shone in her brilliant blue eyes, her breath hitching as she caught that. "Were you about to say Mercykit? Were you a clan cat before?" Her gaze, ever inquisitive, combed the pelt of the white-faced feline, trying to remember if she'd caught scent of any particular clan smell when she...

As twilight fell upon the land Billiepaw felt her paws ache at the thought of going home. Sky hued eyes fluttered across the other daylighters as they began to congregate, ready for the trek back to the twolegplace that awaited them all. Did any of them ever wish they stayed there permanently...

The blue tabby would stick close to her mentor, trying to follow along with Drowsynose's cues throughout the patrol. When he stopped or slowed, she did too, trying to read his body language and determine what he was thinking about different signs and scents along the border. Blue eyes fluttered...

Delicate little paws traversed twolegplace, pink pads meeting hot pavement as uncertain blue eyes took a reproachful look at the sky. Billiepaw was glad that the rain had stopped, but it was starting to get quite warm. She could barely remember her first greenleaf, having been born in the...

"Well - um - Slatesnarl i-is wrong" Beneath her lilac collar, Billiepaw felt her neck tighten even more as the tom goes on to describe his actions as vicious, renouncing the sharp-tongued Slatesnarl's words of approval. It was hard to picture Chickbloom being vicious, committing violence for...

With stars in her eyes, Billiepaw joined the gathering, white paws carrying her farther than she had ever gone at night. For most of the trip, she stuck close to her mentor, not wanting to betray the fact that she had secretly made this trip once before during the light. [Still, she stands in...

"That's a beautiful tribute," her voice came, soft and kind as little white paws carried her near the group welcoming the medicine cat home. There's a touch of wonder in her eyes, as if dazzled by starlight itself as her gaze came to rest upon the fawn-hued molly. It was hard to imagine, almost...

Drowsynose was the first cat to approach, her mentor ever-kind and patient, terms of endearment like honey always spoken with sincerity. There's warmth in her ocean eyes as she looks at him, taking a moment to appreciate his praise—She's thankful that her reassignment was to him and not somebody...

"H-Hey! S-Sorry again for - y'know - b-bumping into you-" Billiepaw's nose crinkles a little, confusion rippling way across her features at Chickbloom's initial apology. "Oh, that," she said with a small laugh, a purr-like sound trilling from her maw, light and easy. That had been not even a...

It would take a long time before the luster of the forest faded fully for Billiepaw. This thought came as she busied herself with gathering materials, a delicate forepaw raised to scrape moss off of the side of a tree. The canopy of leaves rustled above her head, a melodic sound that had once...

"Hi, Melodypaw!" Friendly was her tone as the blue-grey she-cat approached, the tabby's eyes sparkling like sun hitting the river in greenleaf; Blue and alive with interest, they danced across the other daylighter's form and then to the trinket the sable apprentice had brought. Recognition...

Billiepaw thought of the male and their earlier encounter—their collision at the fresh-kill pile. His swift apology and her shameful staring, how her eyes couldn't stop themselves from attaching to his scars. The gnarled flesh and the empty space where his eye had been. Chickbloom had nearly...

Billiepaw is happy to be along for this patrol, excited to look over the river as she had promised Silentpaw she would do. When she sees the other clan's party across it, she narrows her eyes from the edge, looking across in hopes of seeing a familiar russet pelt. No luck though. She's...

Billiepaw listens, and her expression never falters; interest dances in the blue pools of her eyes. But she can sense the exaggeration in the fox-like cat's words, the hesitance in the theatrical narrative. The shuffle of her paws, a snapper here and there. Silentpaw wasn't as impressive as she...