Billowkit

**Billowkit** is a silver and white tabby cat with green eyes.

**Billowkit** was born to Frostgale and Softlily.

## Appearance

Billowkit is tall, broad-framed, and fluffy, with a lion-like face and strikingly vibrant green eyes. He fits his namesake and the visage of his ancestors, with bulky shoulders and fur that falls in waves of multitoned silver and black. His thick tabby marbling, cloaked by a shaded mane and fluff in leaf-bare, is most visible when his coat is thinned by greenleaf sun. Billowkit's facial expressions tend to be muted, and he often speaks too loudly or not loudly enough at all.

## Personality

As young as he is, Billowkit is still growing into many things—his ears, his paws, his quiet little mind. He doesn't quite know what to make of himself yet, but that seems to be a trend in his life. His father, Frostgale, doesn't know what to make of him either. They don't really... talk. Not like Billowkit and his mother, Softlily... or Frostgale and Softlily, for that matter. Mother was their hinge, and now that she's gone... Sometimes, Billowkit feels a little bit less than his name. How could he possibly be the wind if he feels so... swept away?

Without any real ground to stand on, Billowkit doesn't know much how to act around his Clanmates, even without the distant gaze of his father watching him from the sidelines. He doesn't understand social cues as easily as it seems others do, and his lack of same-aged denmates doesn't help him catch on any sooner. Sometimes he's meaner than he should be. Sometimes he bites. Sometimes he doesn't emote, and other times he laughs too loudly. It's... not on purpose, and he sort of knows it's strange, but Billowkit doesn't really know what else to do.

He's a bit... intrigued by the apprentices. He watches them when he can. He tries to walk a little taller to match them, tries to hold his chest a little further away from his fumbling little paws. It's hard to impress a father who doesn't really see him at all, but maybe he can impress them. Maybe they'll like him, and maybe he'll fit in...?

On his own, at least, Billowkit is a little more comfortable. He likes to think about things, even if he does it slowly, and even if it doesn't look like he's having very much fun to other cats. He likes to sit quietly and just figure things out. He likes to feel the sun, and the wind, and the wetness of puddles between his toes. He likes to think about his mother.

He misses her. He wonders if anything will ever fill the space she left behind. Billowkit thinks, sometimes, that maybe something could. Sometimes, when he forgets himself, and all he feels is sunshine, and all he smells are sweet leaf smells, and his belly is full and his fur is warm... Sometimes, then, it almost feels full. Then a cloud passes overhead, and eyes flash from the shadows, and Billowkit feels so terribly lonely again.

## Family

**Parents:**
Frostgale (living, confirmed)
Softlily (deceased, StarClan member)

**Grandparents:**
Rattlesnap (living, confirmed)
Shiverthorn (living, confirmed)

**Aunts/Uncles:**
Blizzardstrike (living, confirmed)
Unnamed tom (deceased, StarClan member)

**Grand Aunt/Uncle:**
Addersight (living, confirmed)

**First Cousins:**
Graywhisker (living, confirmed)
Scarletdusk (living, confirmed)
Thrushbriar (living, confirmed)
Wolfhound (living, confirmed)

**Second Cousin:**
Fenneldancer (living, confirmed)