[ IP ] Write a story about how this cat 's eyes became the way they are .

Tipsy was a normal green eyed white coat, a decent mouser, and a careful street crosser. Although born a stray he had no aversion to humans. He often let the calm-seeming ones get within ten cat-lengths of him. Urban life was not a good place for Tipsy. From a young age he hunted in the grass fields beyond the concrete walls of his dumpster home. He made a nest like a bird at a corner between two cinder block walls at the edge of a field. His life was pleasant. Mice, birds, and the occasional lizard filled his belly till he was seven moons. Then he caught the Tom sickness, like all male cats do, and although he did n't want to leave his soft pleasant life, instinct drove him to search for Heat. It was a sunny afternoon when he caught *her scent. * A she cat in her second heat. From her smell he notices she still smelled of kits and milk, a normal scent for a she-cat to have at the beginning of a heat, but something was off about her. She smelled like memories of soft warm paper nests. As he caught up to her, he saw why she carried memories on her pelt. It was his litter mate, Kaykay. Her coat was white but eyes blue like the sky, and a small black patch on her left paw. She was about to cross a street that was running on the edge of a row of houses. Looking to her left, she sniffed the air and twitched her tail as a car came closer. She stood behind the white line and waited. Tipsy walked toward her, brushing almost silently through the grass. The car was closer and Kaykay padded back from the edge and into the short grass at the side of the road. The cars front end veered off of the path. Tipsy knew the car would hit her, he raced through the grass now. If only he could push her between the wheels, then she would be okay, frightened, but okay. He tackled her from behind, pushing her into the low safe zone between the cars big crushing wheels. He was not fast enough, though she was saved it was his own body that was smacked by the black rubber. He seemed to flip sideways, disoriented until he landed, hard. He was alive, but barely. He watched as his sister darted out from beneath the car, glancing at him and giving an apologetic wave of her tail. The fear in her eyes told Tipsy that she would be racing to him if the human had n't stopped the car and gotten out. The sound of its great paws smacking closer on the pavement made Tipsy want to run, but the pain in his body seemed to be everywhere. It hurt to breathe. There was no way he was going to run. He knew it. The pain grew more intense as adrenaline rushed through his body when the human touched him, and Tipsy faded into the waiting blackness. In the blackness that not even his nose could cut through, Tipsy felt someone else. Not with his whiskers, but his life force. Something was pulling him, as if from a dream, a pulling sensation, but the darkness clung inside him. The pulling force yanked him upwards, warming and brightening his soul. Then sleep. Not the blackness, but a dreamy haze that was sleep. He was again in his mothers paper nest, kneading her breast, warmly squished next to three other kits. The haze lifted to reveal a neat, white room. A woman walked in, and again he could n't move. He was paralyzed. Her touch warmed him further, and her hand soothed the rough fur on his side. Their eyes locked, and he heard cat-speak in his mind. 
 
 `` I really should n't have been driving. I was very tired and was n't paying attention. I... I killed you.'' The woman gave a sad look. Tipsy mewed back in response. 
 
 `` But then how am I here?'' He knew something was unusual about this human. 
 
 `` I healed you, in a way.'' She told his mind. `` You are not whole though.'' He listened to her thoughts and did quick self inventory. Nothing was missing. 
 
 `` What is not here?'' He mewed again. 
 
 `` You only have half your heart.'' She responded. 
 
 `` What does that mean?'' He asked her. 
 
 `` It means your actions do not determine what you do after death. Only what you did before the first death, Tipsy.'' She went silent for a moment. `` It also means you look a little different. Come look. `` she pointed to a shiny thing that did n't seem to be in the room a moment ago. He stood, no longer immobile, and walked to it. In the reflection he saw himself, but one of his eyes was different. It was a color he had only seen once. The color of the flowers that grow on the glossy green vines. Purple.
