Full Name: Matthew loosepaw
Age: 13 Years
Job: Assistant Abbey Gardener/Redwall Novice
Description: Matthew is short and thin for his age. He looks sickly, but is actually rather robust in his activities and demeanor. He has a tawny colored coat with a creamy underbelly. He has very round green eyes. The fur on his head sticks out at odd angles. He wears the traditional green habit of the Redwall Novice.
Possessions: Matthew does not own much. He has a small dagger which was given to him by his parents. The rest of his possessions belong to the abbey.
- Phobia of statues
- Inability to fight
Matthew is a very go with the flow beast. He is content in every situation and can talk to anyone. He tries to be funny, but his jokes usually land flat. He loves to be surrounded by others, except when he doesn't. He can get moody and want to be alone, but the majority of the time he prefers company.
Matthew was born to a pair of wanderers. They did not realize how much work was involved with raising a young mouse and how much it hampered their wanderings. They made a decision one day when they were coming close to Mossflower that they would drop their son off at the Abbey of Redwall. They knew he would be taken care of and even perhaps loved. They told him they would come back for him someday when he had gotten bigger and they gave him a small dagger to protect himself in this big world.
Matthew grew up as loved as one can be in the abbey. He was a precocious dibbun and got into a lot of mischief, but was usually forgiven because of his charming personality. He did well in the abbey school and the recorder Sister Struessel wanted him to train as her replacement, but Matthew had always had an instictive love for being outside. He fell in love with the Abbey's gardens and orchards. He wanted to learn everything he could about their care and maintenance. He hopes his parents will come back to at least visit the abbey, but he does not think he could go with them if they asked him to leave behind the only family he has known.
Jada was flabbergasted that his sound logic didn't win over the badger mum.He began to protest but then he was dumped in the tub. He hated baths, but he also knew when to shut his mouth. He let the badger mum scub him until he was clean all over. He got out of the tub and let badger mum wrap him in a fluffy towel. He chuckled as Fab thought she was going to drow. "Haha me too for a second or two." Jada watched as Fab picked up a quill. She began tickling him with it. He laughed a hearty laugh and tried to get away. "Haha Fab stop it! It tickles a lot!"
Jada had expected a much more severe response, but it seemed the badger mum was in unusually good spirits. It probably had to do with the fact that summer was upon the abbey and that Jada and Fab were adorable. He munched on his scone as they walked up the stone stairs. Jada was still feeling rebellious and didn't want a bath. He tried another tactic to avoid such a cruel fate. " But WHY do we haff to have a baff? We's not that dirty." Jada smiled inwardly at his sound dibbun logic.
Jada was fairly confident they were going to make it, even with him limping as they ran. He felt a familiar sensation as he was bodily lifted from the ground. It was the badger mum. She had been in the kitchen the whole time. Jada tried to talk his way out, even as Fab had been pacified by a scone. "Hi mum Ty. We were just gonna serve scones to everyone for tea." He smiled disarmingly, hoping she had been convinced. He was completely overlooking the fact they were both filthy from the cellar.