By The Sea

The wind tinkled merrily over sparkling,green, glassy water, letting itself bask in the water's perfectio  before swooping swiftly onwards like a preying hawk, its wings buffeting sleek reddish fur. The clouds snored softly upon a bed of cobalt blue, letting small birds fly merrily over them in their haste, their race to reach the  tangled  tree branches on which they could peacefully nest.

Hanging precariously over the water was a weathered, ancient limestone cliff which had been there as long as any cat, living or dead, could recall. There was a sheer drop below the very tip of it- one tiny step over that,and the insane, condemned and diseased cat foolish enough to do it was crowfood.

Most blamed it on mere madness; they called the deceased cat stupid,idiotic, everything along those lines- but the the thing is,those cats were greatly mistaken. They just simply couldn't have taken in the truth without going mad themselves.

Two figures stood on the cliff that morning. They heard tiny, tiny, haunting whispers being carried to them, barely audible, and their tongue was foreign, the words from invisible tongues. But their words hung in the air like mist, as if something about them was important.

The first cat, a bony white she-cat with blue eyes,shrugged, confused. The air was clogged with a musty, damp scent; it tasted like stale water on the she-cat's tongue.The other was a cat, evidently a she-cat, with jewel-like green eyes and lemon gold fur.

They had heard the cry of the cat-whispers.