LORE DROP BABY

Request that I ended up really really struggling with. If it hadn't been for @inkpotachilles I don't think I would have made it. She's so talented and if you get the chance please please please give her a follow

I've made it further than I expected in the week♡

My headcannon is that Chilchuck is probably a little too closed off to really talk about his nightmares, and Laios isn't going to press anyway. But I DO think Laios yaps about anything and everything at any given moment and Chil takes comfort in his partners presence.

A lil gift for @inkpotachilles !! If you have a chance you should totally check out their art♡

Actually using them for shading now. I have bigger ideas but right now it's just nice to do mindless cute stuff

Didn't wanna wait to post this one. All of it was pretty experimental, so it is messy, but I was inspired so-

Firestorm's paws pounded against the muddy ground, his legs desperately moving as he ran, his striped pelt flashing with ginger streaks in the evening light. His tail tip was singed as flames licked at his back, threatening to consume him. Behind him, his home burned away, the raging flames of a forest fire eating up the only place he felt truly safe. Thunderclan warriors raced for the river, their ears pressed back and their eyes wide with terror. They had already lost Owlback, who had insisted on staying and defending his home. Steelthroat had tried to save him, but he refused to budge, and Firestorm had no idea if the elder was even still alive. Steelthroat was now leaping over fallen trees beside his leader, looking shocked and utterly panicked. Emberstrike and Blackwidow were running side by side just a few mouse lengths ahead of him, trying to keep the apprentices in line while each carrying one of Heatherberry's kits.

Firestorm took a glance behind his shoulder, skidding to a halt with a gasp. The flames had taken over the whole forest, burning away trees and ferns, brambles and flowers. It should have scared him to his core, left him shaking with terror. He should have been sobbing with despair as his world burned down around him. But he couldn't bring himself to feel anything. Anything but pure, complete awe. The bright flames lit up the evening, casting an eerie glow onto his fur. It warmed his pelt and soothed his aching legs. No, he wouldn't feel scared of it. It was beautiful. Too gorgeous to ever fear. In fact, he wanted *more*. Wanted to watch the every clan burn just to bask in that wonderful glow of ignited plant life.

Emberstrike's voice faded in above the crackling of the inferno, and he whipped his head around, spotting his best friend staring at him with horror filled eyes. Firestorm took one last look at the beauty destroying his home and turned, fleeing to safety with his friends.

Pookie ( @inkpotachilles ) bought me dinner, so I shamlessly draw for her now UwU

I promise I'm not dead♡ I'm working on references with @inkpotachilles to get down our version of the fnf cast. I will update soon!

YOOO999 MY BABY ROCKY!! HES SO CUTE!!! Thank you so much♡♡♡

lil busts for @slushgut of her mans Rocky and @shed-the-god of their design for Otis : )

Finally finally finally shaking off art block, and I can POST this

In honor of the preview ♡

And no, I will not be drawing a gun any time soon