My First Art Book

Blackbird (New Cover)

Wow. Glowy-thingies are challenging to draw with pastel....
(But I still really like this,,)
I actually want to draw Blackbird more often, since I sort of have his.... Life story??? Mapped out in my head. (He's also cute as heck, aaaaaaaa-)

But, yeah, this is now the cover of this book since, let's be real here, on a scale of one to outdated, the old cover was outdated x10. (Math 👍)

Anyway, let me just share with you Blackbird's current situation here..... *dramatic music starts playing*
Blackbird was born a kittypet with the name Ashes. As most kits born into a Twoleg den are, Ashes was separated from his mother and littermates, and found a home with a young female Twoleg and an elderly female. The elderly Twoleg gave him his necklace, and despite having to adjust to it, he wore it to please his housefolk.
He had a good home, good friends, and overall just a good life. Until one day, (cliché) his Twolegs locked the cat flap, keeping Ashes inside.
It was a few days before Ashes could go back outside, and he immediately met up with his closest friend. Ashes was in no way fluent in Twoleg, but he stayed with the two females long enough to recognize that when they first locked the cat flap, they were distressed, and Ashes knew he had heard the words "dangerous" and "creature".
Naive as he was, considering he was only about twelve moons old, Ashes convinced his friend to walk up and down the alley behind his Twoleg garden to see if they might pick up any strange scents.
Ashes was about to stop and go back to his Twoleg garden when he saw a flash of blood-red light come from the small alley's exit. Intrigued, Ashes left his paranoid friend behind, following where the flash of light had come from to try and find its source. He followed what seemed to be paw-prints down a small stone path next to a Thunderpath until they stopped at a dark, foreboding, stone Twoleg alley.
Ashes had enough sense to at least know not to enter the alley, but as he turned around, he came face-to-face with a huge tom wearing a red gemstone, similar to Ashes's own, around his head.
T'would be Bloodstone.
And Ashes would then get his butt whooped. Before Bloodstone let the cripply injured Ashes limp off somewhere to die a lonely death, he snarled at him, "It seems you've been caught like a piece of fresh-kill. Now the blackbird will find he is crow-food."
Salty as heck that he got his butt whooped by a complete stranger, Ashes (once he healed) sought out Bloodstone again, then proceeding to whoop his butt, and growling back, "Well, this blackbird's got a bite like a badger."
So then both hot-headed toms are salty at each other and are now hunting each other down to see who will get the final butt-whoop.
The moral of the story: Don't whoop strangers' butts, kids!

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So, yeah, there's that... And just for haha's, have some cartoony sketches I drew yesterday of cats from my Original Clans. (Cartoony is not going to be something you see from me very often, I'm just experimenting cuz why the heck not)

There are no erase-marks, what're you talking about

Well, considering I have been avoiding drawing cartoony at all costs within the past couple months, this is..... Meh
At least Same Face Syndrome does not exist here
(I think my favourite cat is either Sparkstrike or Gullstep)

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WELP, buh-bye