Some people come into our lives and quickly go.
Some people move our minds to think. They awaken us to
new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom.
Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.
They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints…
and we are never ever the same.

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I was literally left speechless when I saw this for the first time. I said I was gonna get a commish of my wolfcat in her anthro form with my buddy’s fursona and here it is! Anyone who knows me well enough knows I –rarely- get any art as an anthro (which on a sidenote? so help me if you change your fursona after this old tiger, I will bite your ankles until you can’t walk straight anymore)

I originally got this to cheer up him up after he was having a rough patch with certain aspects of the furry community and stressing over other stuff but after he got his internship? Pfft, seemed like a good excuse to kill two birds with one stone. A simple piece featuring whisper and jetstream reflecting over the conspiracies of the furry community, life and fallacies of love…you know the usual stuff people talk about. Their thoughts guided by the stars and fireflies lighting the night. Just a little something to show you what an odd yet awesome guy you are and to remind you, you’ll always have a friend latched on to your ankles…err, I mean by your side~


Huge thanks to the artist behind this masterpiece,  Unworthy. You’re just as much to thank for this, if not more (and if you’re reading this, you so need to get a fursona so we can get a commish together one day).

The odd, old tiger belongs to  Jetstream
The ever cynical anklebiter belongs to  Whisperclaw