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Judy Hopps, of course. Drawn sometime around chapter 4 or 5 of 's AWESOME fan-fic "The Call"

Go and read it with your eye balls! Du eet!!! DU EET NOAW!!!

The CallThere were days when Chief Bogo could still feel good about being a cop. When they collared a criminal that the force had been chasing for too long. When a civilian said “Thank you” in the tone that let you know you really had made the world a little better, at least for one person.
Today was not one of those days.
“Sir, I'd like to make the call, if you're willing,” Wilde asked. His tail was limp, his ears were flopped down in exhaustion, but there was no hint in his stance or voice of the need he had to be feeling to either scream or break down sobbing.
“What you need to be doing is reporting to the ZPD counselor, Officer Wilde,” Bogo said. “This part is my job.”
“Chief, they don't know you,” Wilde said, his ears flicking back in challenge. “I've visited that little farm of theirs, played with their kids. They know me. They trust me.” He didn't have to add, They trusted me to keep her safe.
Bogo sta The Call: Mr. BigNick had to get some sleep. He knew he had to get some sleep. This shift had started over twenty-four hours ago. He and Judy had just been ready to drive back to the station at the end of their normal twelve hours when he had spotted the Russian polar bear climbing out of an SUV and heading down towards one of the warehouses by the docks. Why the hell hadn't he just let the guy go on his merry way was beyond his ability to reason now. Of course once he had pointed him out to Judy there was no stopping her from following the bear to see what he was up to.
They'd tailed him for close to four hours, observing how he'd left the warehouse looking very smug and satisfied, then took a walk along the docks to speak to a certain team of otter longshoremen, then moved on to the shipping terminal offices. Somewhere along the way he must have spotted his tail. No matter how good a sneaky fox and a little bunny were at hiding, they couldn't disguise their police uniforms.
Then he The Call: Visiting Hours“Honestly, Stu. Can't you go any faster? People are passing us,” Bonnie said urgently. She grabbed for the oh, carrots strap beside the door as an 18-wheeler zoomed by them in the highway's right lane, setting the old farm truck rocking in its wake.
“I go any faster I'll overheat the engine, you know that. We only bought this one to run produce over to the stand,” Stu said, keeping his eyes on the road. “Told ya we needed a new truck.”
“We needed the tractor repaired more,” she said. Which was true, but what she wouldn't give for one of those fancy SUV's now, instead of this twenty-year old rusty dusty pickup truck. They'd been on the road six hours now, and she couldn't help but think it would have just been faster to take the train, but when Nick's call had come all either of them could think of was getting out the door now.
“Time was I could've repaired the tractor m'self,” Stu went on. “These fancy new The Call: Glass HousesKevin dropped Nick off back at his new place. One of the advantages of having a steady salary was that he could afford a bit better than “Box under a bridge” these days. One of the disadvantages was that it was the same lousy apartment complex as Judy, because a cop’s salary only went so far, especially when he was still sending half of it to his mom each month.
His call to Chief Bogo had been short, and predictable. Bogo didn’t like the idea of a gang war any more than Nick did, especially with the awkward complication that it might be triggered because one of the city’s most recently decorated officers had family ties to one of the gang’s in question. The chief had hung up muttering, after ordering him to get some sleep finally.
Nick was inclined to agree with that order, pulling himself into his apartment and sitting down at the little table near the kitchenette. Dinner first, he thought. He hadn’t eaten, hadn’t really felt like The Call: Missing PersonsBonnie had fallen asleep, cuddled with Stu on the padded lounge chair one of the nurses had dragged into the hospital room for them. When she awoke the room lights had been dimmed down, and she could see the sun had set, leaving only the light of the streetlights outside. Someone had tossed a blanket over them both, and she found herself not wanting to crawl out from under it just yet.
Glancing over to Judy, she could see that there was no change. She just laid there, the respirator making her chest rise and fall like a well pump. Watching it, Bonnie felt her nose twitch in agitation. The thought occurred to her that it not be Judy there anymore. Maybe it was just her body now, and they were simply biding time before giving into the inevitable and turning off the switch.
No. Judy had believed in being a police officer, had wanted it so hard that she made it happen, despite all the odds against her. If she wouldn’t give up on herself, I’m not going to either.

Description
Judy Hopps, of course. Drawn sometime around chapter 4 or 5 of 's AWESOME fan-fic "The Call"

Go and read it with your eye balls! Du eet!!! DU EET NOAW!!!

The CallThere were days when Chief Bogo could still feel good about being a cop. When they collared a criminal that the force had been chasing for too long. When a civilian said “Thank you” in the tone that let you know you really had made the world a little better, at least for one person.
Today was not one of those days.
“Sir, I'd like to make the call, if you're willing,” Wilde asked. His tail was limp, his ears were flopped down in exhaustion, but there was no hint in his stance or voice of the need he had to be feeling to either scream or break down sobbing.
“What you need to be doing is reporting to the ZPD counselor, Officer Wilde,” Bogo said. “This part is my job.”
“Chief, they don't know you,” Wilde said, his ears flicking back in challenge. “I've visited that little farm of theirs, played with their kids. They know me. They trust me.” He didn't have to add, They trusted me to keep her safe.
Bogo sta The Call: Mr. BigNick had to get some sleep. He knew he had to get some sleep. This shift had started over twenty-four hours ago. He and Judy had just been ready to drive back to the station at the end of their normal twelve hours when he had spotted the Russian polar bear climbing out of an SUV and heading down towards one of the warehouses by the docks. Why the hell hadn't he just let the guy go on his merry way was beyond his ability to reason now. Of course once he had pointed him out to Judy there was no stopping her from following the bear to see what he was up to.
They'd tailed him for close to four hours, observing how he'd left the warehouse looking very smug and satisfied, then took a walk along the docks to speak to a certain team of otter longshoremen, then moved on to the shipping terminal offices. Somewhere along the way he must have spotted his tail. No matter how good a sneaky fox and a little bunny were at hiding, they couldn't disguise their police uniforms.
Then he The Call: Visiting Hours“Honestly, Stu. Can't you go any faster? People are passing us,” Bonnie said urgently. She grabbed for the oh, carrots strap beside the door as an 18-wheeler zoomed by them in the highway's right lane, setting the old farm truck rocking in its wake.
“I go any faster I'll overheat the engine, you know that. We only bought this one to run produce over to the stand,” Stu said, keeping his eyes on the road. “Told ya we needed a new truck.”
“We needed the tractor repaired more,” she said. Which was true, but what she wouldn't give for one of those fancy SUV's now, instead of this twenty-year old rusty dusty pickup truck. They'd been on the road six hours now, and she couldn't help but think it would have just been faster to take the train, but when Nick's call had come all either of them could think of was getting out the door now.
“Time was I could've repaired the tractor m'self,” Stu went on. “These fancy new The Call: Glass HousesKevin dropped Nick off back at his new place. One of the advantages of having a steady salary was that he could afford a bit better than “Box under a bridge” these days. One of the disadvantages was that it was the same lousy apartment complex as Judy, because a cop’s salary only went so far, especially when he was still sending half of it to his mom each month.
His call to Chief Bogo had been short, and predictable. Bogo didn’t like the idea of a gang war any more than Nick did, especially with the awkward complication that it might be triggered because one of the city’s most recently decorated officers had family ties to one of the gang’s in question. The chief had hung up muttering, after ordering him to get some sleep finally.
Nick was inclined to agree with that order, pulling himself into his apartment and sitting down at the little table near the kitchenette. Dinner first, he thought. He hadn’t eaten, hadn’t really felt like The Call: Missing PersonsBonnie had fallen asleep, cuddled with Stu on the padded lounge chair one of the nurses had dragged into the hospital room for them. When she awoke the room lights had been dimmed down, and she could see the sun had set, leaving only the light of the streetlights outside. Someone had tossed a blanket over them both, and she found herself not wanting to crawl out from under it just yet.
Glancing over to Judy, she could see that there was no change. She just laid there, the respirator making her chest rise and fall like a well pump. Watching it, Bonnie felt her nose twitch in agitation. The thought occurred to her that it not be Judy there anymore. Maybe it was just her body now, and they were simply biding time before giving into the inevitable and turning off the switch.
No. Judy had believed in being a police officer, had wanted it so hard that she made it happen, despite all the odds against her. If she wouldn’t give up on herself, I’m not going to either.