Matthew - Kittypet

MATTHEW ✻ KITTYPET

name

Matthew, although he is more frequently referred to as “Mattie”.

reasoning

Matthew was named by his Twoleg, who liked the ring of the name. She still calls him Mattie more often than Matthew.

age

19 moons

gender

tom

alliance

kittypet

rank

kittypet

physique

short description

dainty white tom with gray ears and tail, and pretty blue eyes.

physical description

Matthew was always referred to as “pretty boy” or “tiny lil’ thing” by his Twoleg. He’s a dainty tom with a short-haired white pelt, which is kept well-groomed and soft as a feather. He has a very feminine build, being small and slender with a softly rounded face, long elegant legs, and dainty paws. He’s very much a typical kittypet, and doesn’t really look like he could put up much of a fight at all. His longer tail and well-built limbs are better for agility, although small paws and frame are made more for slipping into small places or running up trees rather than running long distances or standing to fight.
His well-kept white pelt has a few darker splotches on it. The markings are all gray-brown, pale in colour and not completely consistent in shade. He has a coloured tail and ears, as well as a few small spots between the bridge of his nose and his right eye. He has a round head, a pink nose with a little splotch on it, and round blue eyes, almost the same colour as the blue lilac flowers his Twolegs grew in their harden.
Picture

personality

positives

• Curious
• Friendly
• Open
• Sensitive
• Romantic/Fanciful

negatives

• Shy
• Self-Conscious
• Wary/Overly-cautious
• Hesitant
• Nerves get easily jostled*

*Note: The character Matthew is based off suffers from fainting spells whenever he’s overworked, stressed, or frightened. Matthew may suffer from fainting spells unless you would rather I take that part out for whatever reason. I just wanted to double-check and make sure…

the past

the history

Matthew was born a stray, not a kittypet. His mother was an alley cat, always roaming about, never staying in one place for too long. He didn’t really know what to call her, besides “Mama”, since neither of them really had picked up names. They would roam about, his mother constantly having to drag him around, never able to take the break she wanted for fear of her kit hurting himself or getting picked off. He never knew of any siblings he had, and his mother never spoke of any, so he kept quiet. He never knew his father, never knew a permanent home, just wandered from place to place in hopes that they could eat and find shelter for the evening.
The little tom learned how to hunt things like small rodents and mice, but he and his mother mostly ate from scraps the Twolegs left behind, becoming more like scavengers than hunters. While he was able to catch some fresh kill every couple days, his mother wasn’t a very good hunter, so he didn’t really have a teacher for the first few moons of his life.

When Matthew was about eight moons old, his mother was killed by another group of alley cats in a fight over territory. He was left completely alone, to fend for himself or starve to death, find a place to sleep or risk exposure to the elements. The Twolegplace seemed like a terrifying place all of a sudden, and every other stray or noise seemed like a thread. He managed to live on his own for about a day before he tried to flee the city, terrified of the other cats who were drive to desperation out of hunger.
He was alone for no more than half a week before another cat found him. Mistaking him for his mother at first, an odd black tom called him over from his perch on the fence. Brimstone was a funny ol’ kittypet, with bright amber eyes and a torn ear. He, too, had been a stray, but was adopted by a kindly Twoleg couple. Since he had known Mattie’s mother, he offered to help the younger cat try to find a home, and shared some food until he could find a place of his own. Brimstone was always talking about how kittypet life was so wonderful, and knew of a home with an older woman who took in many strays in the past. He walked the younger tom over there after caring for him for about a moon…

At nine moons old, the little stray sat outside the Twoleg nest and peered up at what looked like a warm shelter. The scrap of a car was frightened away numerous times when he saw the Twoleg, a woman named Anna, approach the house or leave for work. Eventually, they gained each others trust. She would leave food out for him, taking pity on him since he looked so sickly and tiny. He felt bad for her because she was always alone and yet so friendly, so he hesitantly approached her and accepted the food while she was still nearby.
It took a few days, but Anna took in the cat and named him Matthew. She took him to the vet to get him checked for any diseases, got him cleaned up and got rid of any fleas, and brought him back as her pet cat. He wasn’t just one of the strays she fed for a few weeks, he was a part of her family. Although he was nervous at times, he grew more comfortable around her, and is plenty social with her in specific.

By the time he was twelve moons, he had grown completely accustomed to his new life. He was always well fed, and Anna would let him roam in the wooded area behind her house whenever he needed to get out or hunt something. He didn’t really socialize with other cats, except for the occasional visit with or from Brimstone, since both were roamers. Whenever stray cats were around or she’d leave food out for them, Anna would be sure to bring Matthew inside or keep him in the backyard, afraid that he would get picked on or frightened.
Mattie would hop up on the counter for a good morning, rub up against Anna’s leg, purr whenever she pet him, and sit in her lap whenever she got home from work and watched television. He became her little baby, and they were quite the happy family.

Matthew heard of the Clan cats from stories he heard while listening to passing rogues (from a distance, of course) or from Brimstone, who had stories that were maybe slightly skewed. The idea of the Clans fascinated him, although he is still quite frightened of the “bone eating” wild cats from the stories.
Recently, Matthew has noticed that his Twoleg has been away more often. Anna’s children have tried to convince her to move in with them, and she has been considering it. The only downside is that her daughter-in-law, a nice Twoleg named Lisa, is allergic to cats. Whenever they would visit for holidays and such, Lisa was very sweet and soft-spoken, but could not be around Matthew for long. He knows that eventually he’ll have to leave or he’ll keep Anna away from her family, but he does not want to be alone again.

Key Points: He is looking for a potential new home because his Twoleg wants to move back in with her family, but cannot bring him because they cannot have cats. He knows how to hunt fairly well, but cannot fight and is easily frightened of other cats. His mother was killed by other alley cats back when he was still a stray. He is afraid of being alone, and is fascinated but fearful of the Clan cats. He has been fixed, but has not been declawed, so he can survive out in the wild if he needs to.

about you

alias kat
timezone, state, and country Alabama, y’all ;3
other character Chalkpaw of WindClan, Wolfpaw of ThunderClan, and Striptalon of SkyClan.
*Note: Matthew is probably going to be my last character until one of the others dies off or something… There may be an exception, but I’d like to limit myself to no more than four.