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Nepeta Leijon

GhostGirl818

Published: Aug 18, 2014

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So... To practice with the tablet I've had for... ever, I've decided to start drawing the beta trolls/kids from Homestuck. I'll be adding them as I go along so... Here's Nepeta. (PS I know I suck. So, please, don't point it out)

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