New appreciation art for our sweet angel Lexa 🖤⚔️
It recently occurred to me that I've never actually drawn City of Light Lexa, which is both criminal and unacceptable - so here she goes!
I hope you enjoy! 😊
Ps.: Continue being wonderful, take breaks when you need them, be gentle with self, stay hydrated, get some fresh air, remind your friends how loved they are, cherish your softness, and know that you matter very much - Sending out hugs to whoever needs them. 💖
Btw, prints of this drawing are also available in A3 size, as well as A4 & smaller 13x18cm size! She'd be happy to find new homes with you & I'd be beyond grateful for your support ✨
Rock not having a single word with Goosefeather always felt like such a waste. I mean you have two prophets running around in the narrative (Yes, Goosefeather is mentioned in OOTS) and they don't exchange a single word? For shame.
I always felt like if they met they'd be the only two characters who could really have a proper discussion. Jayfeather is too much of a fledging and the other cats are way too faith-obsessed. It's also why I think wizards suit these two the best.
Rock is based on a Czech storybook illustration I used to have as a child, while I kept a classic Gandalf look to Goosefeather.
Jayfeather felt relief as his mind drifted into the pleasant embrace of sleep. But instead of quiet nothingness his eyes blinked open. He stood among the familiar and ethereal trees and grasses of Starclan. Despite his annoyance, he would never get tired of the beauty.
What now? Can't a cat get a wink of sleep? He thought to himself as he waited for the cats of Starclan to impart some oh-so-important wisdom upon him. But it was quiet. He craned his ears, trying to hear something, a sound, whisper, voice.
Instead, there was a deep rumble, it reminded him of the sounds he had heard in the tunnels underneath Thunderclan. But this was getting closer and closer. Jayfeather's fur stood on end as he realized finally realizes what was happening. He hissed as Sol barrelled through the treeline, his hot breath stinging Jayfeather's body.
"The Sun isn't beyond my grasp, did you think you could hide among the stars?" the intruder bellowed as clouds of black smoke escaped from the sides of his maw.
Darkness.
Jayfeather could feel the pull of his lungs as he sat in the medicine den. Almost immediately he felt Leafpool's tail brush against his flank.
"Just a bad dream, leave me alone" he snarled before she could ask him what happened. He could hear her sigh and step away, she knew it would be pointless to argue.
Jayfeather could smell his own singed whiskers. It seemed like Sol's words of newfound powers weren't mere boasts after all.
"Det finnes ingen bedre kriger enn en som er født til å drepe, og tenker på å leve. Fordi livet er verdt å leve, men bare når du er i stand til å drepe"