Introduction:
Hola a todos, soy Humansleep. En esta ocasión quiero publicar mi trabajo en la comunidad Alien Art Hive. Y aquí también compartiré el proceso de trabajo, ya sea dibujo o boceto.
Actually, this is an early timeline of a previous story titled Crush E'm And Burn.
It’s also a zine project called Abera, with a cat theme, that I created with some friends last May.
The First Wall
Rexblock And Flop.
No one really knows when Los Gatos Callejeros came into being. Some cats believe the group emerged from a turf war at the fish market. Others say they formed after a major uprising in the town square. Still others insist that Los Gatos Callejeros existed long before the town was founded.
But all those stories are wrong. Because it all started with an old wall... ...and two cats who were at a loss for what to do. At the northern edge of Cat City stands an abandoned area called Barrio Muerto San Chunkfish. It used to be filled with shops, repair shops, and warehouses. Now all that remains are cracked buildings, broken glass, rusty signs, and streets overgrown with weeds. Humans abandoned it long ago. But for the stray cats, the place is paradise. No one chases them away. No one hunts them. Just the wind, dust, and the sound of rolling tin cans when night falls. That’s where two best friends spend almost every day: Rexblock and Flop.
Rexblock is a stocky stray cat who always carries a modified baseball bat on his back. The bat is covered in scratches and faded stickers. Rumor has it that the bat has broken three times. It’s also said to have been used to hit an iron door, a swarm of rats, and even a lamppost. No one knows which story is true. What’s clear is that Rexblock is rarely seen without that bat. Flop, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He’s slimmer. His movements are more agile. His hands are almost always covered in spray paint. To him, a blank wall is a canvas. A narrow alley is a gallery. And the city is the biggest exhibition space that ever existed.
One afternoon, they were sitting in front of an old, dilapidated store. Flop shook the paint can. “Hmm… there’s still some left.” Rexblock stared at the dull wall in front of them. “It’s empty.” “Yeah.” “It’s a shame it’s empty.” Flop smiled. “That’s what I was thinking, too.”
At first, they were just doodling randomly. A fish. A footprint. A rat’s face drawn to look ugly. A caricature of a pig with a sour expression. They laughed to themselves at the results. Until Flop stopped. “Uh…” “What?” “If we had a group…” Rexblock frowned. “…what would we call it?” Rexblock thought very hard. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Twenty seconds. Then he said with complete confidence, “The Great Baseball Bat.” Flop immediately sprayed a little paint on his friend’s face. “That’s the worst name I’ve ever heard.”
They thought for a moment. Then Flop picked up the can of paint. With quick strokes, letter by letter, the old wall began to fill up. “LOS GATOS CALLEJEROS.” Below it, he added a small claw-mark symbol. Rexblock tilted his head. “Cool.” “What does it mean?” Flop shrugged. “No idea.” “Then why did you write it?” “It makes sense.” They laughed. They packed up the paint can. Then they just walked away. To them, it was just another ordinary night, like any other. Nothing more than that.
A few days later, they returned. Flop intended to add a new drawing. But he stopped short. Beneath the writing, another scrawl had appeared. In red paint that was beginning to fade, it read: “We’re from South Market, too.” Rexblock and Flop exchanged glances. “Who wrote that?” “I don’t know.”
A week later, it appeared again. “The East Port and Warehouse are here.” Then... “The old bus terminal.” “The haunted station.” “The alley behind the fish, fruit, and vegetable market.” “We’re still alive.” “We see this wall.” “Dead-end alleys, narrow alleys, and the cemetery complex.” “Old buildings, the city’s outer walls, Suicide Railroad St. Ground Fue is here.” “D’anomalycat’s—we’re still here and will always grow.” Every night there were new messages. Every night there were new footprints. It was as if the entire city had begun to speak through those walls.
Without them realizing it... “Los Gatos Callejeros” is no longer just a phrase. It has become a symbol. A symbol that, in every corner of this city, there are always stray cats fighting to survive. A symbol that they are not alone. And if one day they have to fight back... they know where to gather.
Rexblock still finds it all amusing. Flop is still busy stealing moments to draw on other walls. They never claimed to have come up with the name. They never called themselves leaders. They never asked anyone to follow them. But that’s exactly why… the name Los Gatos Callejeros belongs to all the cats. Not to two friends. Not to one group. But to anyone who lives on the streets.
Years later, when the flames of rebellion flared up in the town square, thousands of cats cried out the same name.
"LOS GATOS CALLEJEROS!"
No one realized that it all started with two friends who were just bored, found a blank wall, and decided to fill it with a little paint. A simple doodle. One that ultimately changed the history of the entire City of Cats.
Part of the steps:
This work was created with ink on paper, using a pencil.
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This is all I can say for right now. I apologize if any of my words or expressions are imperfect.
Thank you all for taking the time to stop by and see my work today, and I hope to see you again with my future works. 👽👋🏻
Plot Absurd: The First Wall.
It all started with their boredom and a whim on that all-too-dull night, and so they wrote the graffiti “LOS GATOS CALLEJEROS” on the wall of an old store.
Because they thought it sounded cool. But there wasn’t actually a group. It was just the two of them. Then they went home. The end. That’s how it was supposed to be.
The trouble began... The wall turned into a message board for all the city’s stray cats.
Before they knew it, the name “Los Gatos Callejeros” began to spread—not as a group, but as an idea... a sign that “stray cats are not alone.”
And the silly one... no one knows who founded it. Because Rexblock and Flop have never admitted to it. Instead, they’re too busy running away from store clerks and fighting with rat gangs.
One day... Rexblock and Flop discovered more than 50 pieces of graffiti reading “Los Gatos Callejeros” all over the city. They panicked. “Flop.” “What?” “I think we accidentally started a cult.”
🛸The End🛸
