Scraps the gay stray tom from Brooklyn

​"Meow." (Translation: Get out of my alley unless you brought the good salmon.)

​📌 Core Traits
​Name: Scraps (Named for his diet of choice, his fighting style, and his total refusal to conform to house-pet life).
​Age: 4 years old (A seasoned, mature adult in street-cat years).
​Gender: Male (Tomcat - Fully Intact).
​Breed: Domestic Shorthair (A rugged, mixed-breed street cat).
​Nationality: American (Hails from the concrete jungles of Brooklyn, New York).

​👁️ Physical Description
​Scraps is a sturdy, muscular feral cat built for street survival. He possesses a unique, dark plum-purple to charcoal-grey coat with a lighter silver-grey underbelly. In place of a pristine coat, he has a jagged, irregular patch of white fur right on his chest that looks exactly like a torn scrap of fabric.
​He has sharp, half-lidded amber-yellow eyes that permanently carry a look of intense judgment and mild annoyance. His whiskers are thick, jagged, and bent from various alleyway scuffles. His long tail sports a permanent tan bandage near the tip—a souvenir from his chaotic escape from a local clinic. Because his favorite lounging spots are local dumpsters, he often has a couple of flies buzzing around him, which he completely ignores with practiced dignity

​🧠 Personality
​Scraps is a cynical, fiercely independent, and no-nonsense survivalist. He isn't a pet and has absolutely no desire to be cuddled by humans. He views the world with a dry, grumpy stoicism, rarely showing excitement unless a fresh fish skeleton is involved. However, beneath his rough exterior, he is incredibly street-smart, highly protective of his territory, and has a dry, feline sense of humor

​👔 Style of Clothing
​None. As a strictly feral, non-anthropomorphic animal, Scraps walks on all fours and goes entirely au naturel.
​"Accessories": His only adornments are his rugged natural markings and the battle-worn sports-wrap bandage on his tail, which he wears like a badge of honor

​💼 Occupation
​Chief Alleyway Scavenger & Dumpster Guard: Scraps is the undisputed king of the block's waste bins. He manages the local feline food hierarchy, securing the best restaurant scraps before the raccoons or younger strays can get to them

​📜 Personal History
​Born to a feral litter behind a busy seafood restaurant, Scraps learned the art of the hustle early on. He survived harsh winters, territorial turf wars, and the dreaded city animal control, earning his name from the local alley cats for his relentless drive to fight for every meal.
​A year ago, he was successfully lured into a humane trap by a local Trap-Neuter-Return (TNR) group. However, Scraps wasn't going down without a fight. Right before the vet could sedate him for the procedure, Scraps lived up to his name and staged a legendary, claw-flying breakout from his carrier, bursting through a cracked clinic window and making a run for the streets with his dignity—and everything else—completely intact. The bandage on his tail is a permanent reminder of the day he outsmarted the humans

Likes
Freshly
discarded salmon
bones
Warm
dumpster lids in
the afternoon sun
Head-bunting
and grooming
handsome
tomcats
Winning
staring contests
with raccoons

Dislikes
Heavy rain and
soggy fur
Noisy garbage
trucks stealing his
hoard
Vets and plastic
animal carriers
‣ The smell of
human perfume/
citrus

​🌈 Feline Pride (Openly Gay)
​In the feline world, Scraps makes his preferences exceptionally clear. Despite being a fully intact tomcat, he has zero interest in the local queens (female cats) and finds their mating yowls incredibly irritating. Instead, Scraps is fiercely and proudly devoted to courting other tomcats.
​He expresses his pride through loud, gravelly purrs, intense head-bunting, and grooming rituals with his chosen male partners right in the open courtyard. He is highly protective of his boyfriends, frequently sharing his hard-earned dumpster treats with them and aggressively chasing off any rival males who try to interfere with his domestic bliss