Scourge narrowed his eyes at the other, then blinked his gratefulness. "I need to address the Clan," he meowed, pushing past the she-cat, running his tail along her jaw. He leaped atop his dumpster, yowling out, "All cats old enough to kill, gather beneath me, for I desire to speak!"
Hawkfrost and Hawkfeather quickly bound over, interested in what they're leader had to say now.
Banshee followed, his blue eyes narrowed with a growl, his dark russet fur glimmering in the light.