Meow

"Meow", said the old cat. Her yellow green eyes were dulled with age, but still they glowed as the setting sun caught them. Steadfast, the eyes of a warrior, of a leader. The wind rustled the tufts of hair at the tops of her ears and her whiskers but the rest of her short gray fur moved only as her steely muscles rippled beneath. She turned to the younger at her side, a tabby. "Meow meow, meow meow meow," he said, his head bowing slightly. "Meow!" she said. "Meow?" he replied. "Meow, meow, meow, meow. Meow meow", she said. The tabby nodded and walked off into the forest. "Meow", the old warrior cat said to herself. Meow indeed.