Ezra with his kitties


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Ezra with his kitties
The Tooka Batch
I was extremely inspired by @letshareapapou creative Tooka designs and made some screenshot redraws.
If you wish too see the full cast line up
Bonus Screenshot Redraw:
I hope you enjoy this too @pinetree-tbb
Hunter made her promise to check in at least once a week. She'll never tell, but calling them is her favorite part of the day.
Prints available here
Jedi Archive Series: Creche Gardens, 5th Centaxday, 3622 ATC. [3 of ?]
Closeups under cut!
Do you think Rex would have a “hang in there” Tooka poster?
They give them to every captain and Commander in the GAR
“Dear Force,” he prays. Threatens. He’s arriving at the bargaining stage from left to catch it off guard. “Have I not suffered enough?”
“Mrrrrp!”
“Quiet over there, I’m trying to reach a mystical entity.”
“Myam!”
“Thanks, Ponds. Knew I could count on you.”
Sitrep. Cody’s currently trying to take a nap. It is not going well.
“Why didn’t you turn into shrimp or something easy,” he mutters, shoving the pillow up with his shoulder.
He’s had an incredibly long night in the Jedi Archives trying to help find texts that might help his batchmates turn back into the humanoid assholes they are.
“Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”
“Watch the hair, Wolffe.”
Wolffe chooses to ignore him, naturally. He continues impersonating a broken speeder and kneading Cody’s head.
Bly is— “Meep!” - still stuck behind Cody’s back.
Right. Nap.
His head kind of slumps back with the sigh, the stress flowing out of his shoulders like water down a stream—
There’s a rustling. One of them jumps on the couch, it seems.
Silence.
Cody deigns to open one eye and watches as Ponds drags a Jedi robe onto the backrest before nesting in it in quick, efficient moves.
“Is that General Windu’s,” he asks as if he actually wants to know.
As an answer he gets a stuck up tail and a frankly unnecessary view of his brother’s butthole before limbs, tail, and head are tugged into the fluffy ball of fur.
Alright. Time to close his eyes again.
Crossing his arms, he wriggles around until he’s - “Meep?!” - comfortable. Wolffe is still kneading, Bly is fighting a cushion, Ponds is living Cody’s dreams by being asleep and snoring—
“If you stick your tongue into my ear again, I’ll shoot you into orbit, Fox.”
“Rrya?”
“Yeah yeah, come here, you fool.”
Fox: Um.. Whatcha got there?
Thorn: Rations
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