*HIT THE SPACE KEY TO SWITCH DRAWINGS* I got lazy with shading. Again. On both of them. Sorry I guess? Woo! Finally done! {Realises I entered for another one} UHHHH WHY AM I SO LAZY? So yeah. I nearly died of panic halfway through this when I accidentally opened up yesterdays save of this and I thought I would have to shade the whole picture again lol. Bio (finally): Name: Fran Species: Cat (former) Personality: Kinda annoying cheerful, unproffessional therapist and comedian, will only ever get angry at you if you steal her *cough* limbs *cough* fabrics. Just don't touch her fabrics. Backstory: (WARNING! It's pretty long) Fran was part of a family that consisted of her three older sisters, younger brother and her parents. As she was the second youngest, she often got picked on by her siblings, sometimes to the extent that she would be seriously injured. Her parents never really cared about this though, as in their eyes it was 'only the strongest'. Due to the constant bullying, Fran decided to spend all her time alone, collecting hundreds of fabrics and threads as a hobby. One day as she was out scavenging for fabrics,(fabricsss hissss) she watched another cat run from a rather vicious fight with a dog, curious about why he would pick a fight with a dog in the first place, she decided to follow him. She watched as the cut stitched up his wounds with fabric and thread, intrigued, she revealed herself to him and curiously asked if he could show her how he did it. (Timeskip coz I'm lazy lol) One day the bullying from her stronger older siblings got so bad that she ended up with a broken wrist. Fran wondered if maybe she could stich herself back up, just like the mystery cat had taught her. Slowly, over the course of 2 years, she began to replace herself with fabric, and soon she realised she was more fabric that cat anymore. She knew that the abuse wouldn't stop, so she packed up all her precious fabrics and ran away. After a few months of travelling, she coincidentally ran into the mysterious cat again, and he offered her a job as a toymaker, instantly recognising her skills with a needle from her mutated body. Even after everything she went through, she remains to have an optimistic outlook on life, with a very stong belief that,' things could be worse, and one day will be better' She still works as a toymaker, and now resides in a small villiage. (pfff, feel like i just wrote a whole story on wattpad)
All art by me Thanks to @wired_fur for the stunning design, it was really fun to draw!
