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Monkeymask let out a yawn and flicked his tail towards the tunnel. "That's supposedly where the ruins are." He meowed with a bit of disinterest as he turned to look back at the two cats behind him. "You two ready to go? I would like to get back before dinner if possible. Can't have Marvelstar worrying about us being dead or anything." He finished the sentence with a huff of amusement. He was sure she wasn't worried about this expedition. Monkeymask, newly named for his ability to get out of any sticky situation and sometimes hang out in random trees, was not one to dilly dally on a mission. These two, however, he wasn't sure about. They seemed fine enough warriors for the task at paw... Hopefully.
"I guess, though I don't see why She didn't send Revenantshield." Silentquiver muttered, his distaste for the tom in question couldn't be more clear based on the tone of his voice. The black tom didn't have anything against the consul's mate personally he just thought it was odd for Marvelstar to send both her Inquisitor and High Warlock on an expedition looking for... ruins? What if they didn't actually exist? and why him? It wasn't like Silentquiver was an over exceptional cat, maybe she'd only sent him because she didn't care if he returned or not.
"I have yet to understand why I'm here in the first place." The glitter coated black tom glanced around himself with disinterest. "If they were supposedly magicked, that would be one thing. As for meaningless exploratory missions... What was your great Consul thinking?" He tilted his head, golden eyes fixed on Monkeymask in amusement. "I, unlike many, have my own responsibilities to tend to."
He glanced to Silentquiver, leering as he spoke. "Not that I don't thoroughly love spending time with you, my dear."
