[Freedom to get run over by a car or die of a curable disease, maybe, she thinks but doesn't say.]

Being a housecat seems like a pretty sweet deal to me. Free food, a cozy place to sleep, you get to lie around and play all day every day...

[Maybe if Firepaw just had a catio, some puzzle feeders, and an exercise wheel, he wouldn't have to yearn for a warrior's lifestyle so much. Still, in her own, human way, she can definitely understand boredom, powerlessness, and the thrill of fighting.]

I guess I get it though. I'd rather just do as I please, too. Sounds like your housefolk weren't the most responsible people either, if they couldn't even manage to keep you entertained. [She takes the sour malasada from the plate, more for something to do with her hands than out of hunger.] But I bet some of the strays I knew still would've killed for that housecat life... Not that I could actually talk to them. Always kinda wished I could've...