A blind kittypet and her kit

[color=grey]Or have I built a cage for the world?

[font=times new roman][color=grey]The fawn tabby tom didn't know what to do. He had just escaped one of his closest encounters with death, and he had a few wounds to prove he had escaped with his life. So, what was he supposed to do, now that the Entity was disbanded? He could look for X, but that would prove useless and, ultimately, fate-sealing. What would she do to him for abandoning the battle, after all? When you're in the Entity, you can't get out without a fight. But now that Y and Z are dead, perhaps I can escape...
He had wandered onto WindClan territory, and he knew that he had done so. He wasn't afraid. What would the cats to to trespassers like him? He knew the warrior code because his boss, X, had been in BloodClan once upon a time. He knew that, among the rules of StarClan, loyalty and teamwork, it also mentioned mercy. An honorable warrior does not need to kill other cats to win his or her battles, unless they are outside the warrior code or if it is necessary for self-defense. As long as I'm not killing them, they won't kill me. Wound me, yes. Imprison me, perhaps. But I should be fine in the end.
Lost in thought, he suddenly smelled other cats. Just because I'm safe doesn't mean I can't be cautious. TwoLegs... Damn, that's a kittypet isn't it? His thoughtful grey-violet eyes began to search the fields, looking for the kittypet.

Slowly, the tom approached the scent of kittypet. What should I do? A kittypet out here, in WindClan territory, might not have any idea about the clans. They've grown soft though, haven't they? They might take in a kittypet. That's when he smelled a second cat, a kit. What's a kit doing out here?

He could finally see the kittypet. A larger she-cat was curled up defensively around a sleeping kit. He noticed the cat was listening, an ear protruding from the sleeping cat's head. "You should get out of here, if you know what's good for you." While he meant it with the best intentions, his rough voice gave out a threatening tone.

"And why would you say that, missy?" He didn't understand why the she-cat was saying what she was, but unfortunately he couldn't draw it from his aggressive tone. He had escaped a battle, barely with his life, so he thought he could be excused for something as menial as his tone of voice.

The way I'm talking? What's wrong with the way I'm talking? He continued to say matter-of-factly, "My voice is the way it is, missy, and the fact that you're criticizing me about my voice when you're a TwoLeg-loving kittypet, I don't think you're in a position to argue. The point still stands, that you need to get out of here."
He heard himself then, and realized that there was a reason behind her unfriendliness. Sincerely, he added, "I don't mean to yell, but you're in the territory of the Clans, clans of wildcats who'd sooner skin you alive then help you. You should get out of here, and take your kit with you. Clans aren't exactly friendly towards kittypets."

"I don't care about your name, names don't tell me a damn thing about you. But if you want me to call you Felicity," (What a TwoLeg name for a cat...) "Then fine, Felicity. And what you you mean by 'something tells me it's light?' "

"What are you talking about, m... Felicity? What do you mean, you don't know the difference between light and dark? You have eyes, don'tcha?" [i]It would make sense though. The way she's looking at me, not noticing my wounds... She could've seen me a mile away and it was only until I made a noise that she knew where I was... Is she blind???

Although he had already guessed the cat's problem, the revelation still managed to shock him. Now worried for the cat's safety, (That'd stick it to X. Worrying about a cat outside of the Entity. Hah!) he asked, "What are you doing all the way out here?"

"So you brought him out here in the wild, where the only warning you'd have from something you can only see is from the kit who can see? That's so..." He didn't even know how to say it, but there was something wrong with the cat's decision to endanger the kit. [i]Perhaps they should go to the clans.