Cat-O-Nine-Tails

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This was my attempt at a cute animal something or other.

I could't get the idea of a cat with nine tails, out of my head.  That led to a group of animals that each had a number on their belly.  

 I like it's simple contour lines. I also decided they would all have masks, not sure why but I liked the way it looked. 

 I've always drawn this way, in a very linier way, flat and cartoon like.  Influenced by too any comic books as a child. I have a whole set of characters like this.  

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