Hold space to see the reference photo. It's not great, it's my first try ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Why I chose a cat; I've always felt a strong relationship to cats. If someone makes me really mad, I've hissed without realizing it. My family calls me a cat because I love sitting in the sun, no matter how hot I get. I've clawed my brother because he sat on my lap (he's 10 years older than me, so I have an excuse XD) and I LOVE the Warrior books by Erin Hunter. I don't have a cat, but when I see one, everyone is always "aaw she's sooo cute, saw look at that she meowed at me, aaw." I look in their eyes and see a fighter, a hunter, a wild cat, no matter what their body does, I see a warrior in their eyes. And I'm sorry if you disagree. I pretend I'm a cat. Sleek. Fast. Strong. I can relate a lot. I run races. I keep up with my older brother in his workouts at the gym. I'm strong, physically and mentally. And yet all I get is that I'm a small, naive, little girl that needs looking after. And then I show them all up and they look soooooo surprised every time. They keep underestimating me. Ugh, alright enough ranting. Back to the cats. I leap up on the couch. In my mind, I'm a cat. Then my brother comes in and is like "what in the world are you doing?" I growl back and he laughs and rolls his eyes. I can pretend I'm a cat all I want, but I feel trapped in a human body. I look stupid meowing like that. But I don't care. I'M A CAT. I don't fit with the humans. I'm a cat. I'm a warrior. *Growl* Ok, I realized that I was ranting again. Well, anyway. That's what inspired this blockshade! Heh, heh, *awkward chuckle*
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