"Brothers and sisters, I ask that you join me outside in the rocky wastes. We have important things to discuss."

It was a simple call, really. People would go outside probably expecting Cheshā waiting for them with that serious face he always had on, but instead what was waiting for them was a small party setup. Tables with food (though not too much food; they had to keep some so the clan wouldn't starve later on when the party was over. Food was always hard to come by after all) and drinks that were sure to satisfy anyone's palate.
The stoic leader of the Sect had taken it upon himself to host a little housewarming party, even if their home wasn't exactly that inviting or even hospitable. Still, everyone should at least enjoy the home they have. What better way to do that than throwing a small formal party?

Sleepy luminescent blue eyes opened at the proclamation - Chesha was grandstanding again, perhaps finally they were going to do something even if it wasn’t a battle, at this point he’d give his left mandible for something other than this stagnant state of idleness.

Getting up the highly mutated leopard stretched and yawned wide, great blue incisors practically glowing in the gloom lit caverns - and made his way to where Chesha was calling.

Arriving he offered a nod but past that didn’t issue much more than a half awake rumble.