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Veteran Eclipse let out a loud, obnoxious yawn from where she laid half-napping on a far boulder in the HQ, watching the soldiers and cadets scramble here and there through her odd, lavender gaze. Being retired had its perks; she certainly didn't miss having to be rushing about every single second of the day, that was younger cats' work. Of course, she barely could recognize some of the youngest members of the Regime nowadays. The way time was flashing by lately, it felt as if there was a new face among their ranks every single day, and trying to keep track of who was related to who became an exercise in futility. It was days like this where she almost missed the simpler days...though, perhaps she only thought of them as simple because those days had long since passed her by.
The slender black she-cat's thoughts halted, and she rolled over on the rock with a tired groan. Nope. No existential crisis today. This is what happens when you spend too much time with Sean, his mindset rubs off like the Blind-Protector forsaken plague.
Myst growled as he walked out of another tunnel and back into the main area he'd be told was called HQ. How had he ended up back here? He could have sworn he'd been walking in a straight line this entire time and now he was back here? These godforsaken tunnels would be the death of him. His icy gaze traveled around the headquarters, looking for anyone that might point him in the right direction. He came up short until he laid eyes on the pretty veteran. "Eclipse." He mewed warmly, trotting over to the she cat. "Think you can offer me a little bit of help?"
A smirk curled at the corners of the elderly she-cat's muzzle as her ears picked out the now semi-familiar voice addressing her. "Ah, Scout Superior," she purred in an all-too-sweet voice, glancing up at Mysterium with an amused expression. "Such a high-ranking Superior is asking for help from widdle ol' me? I'm sure you must be in quite a tough bit of trouble indeed." In reality, she knew exactly what the newbie's problem was, having noticed him padding in and out of the HQ for the past half-hour or so, growing more and more frustrated each time that he passed by. It was quite funny to watch, actually.
"Any good high-ranking Superior worth his whiskers would know it's always best to seek out advice from the wisest cat in the tunnels." He mewed smoothly, trying to settle his ruffled pelt without it being too obvious. "And rumor has it your that cat?" If he was being perfectly honest he was drowning in there caves, trying to learn everything about the Regime and fighting the unrest at the same time. "So what do you say, spare a little bit of time for a handsome tom?" He mewed with a sly wink in the veterans direction.
