[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]Considering there were no lieutenants, and the general seemed occupied, Scott took it upon himself to assign weekly tasks to those who desired to have one. Their group had been doing well for some time, though now, it was becoming more stagnant. He wasn't quite certain as to why either. With a shrug of his shoulders, the Corporal entered one of the more active areas of camp, where nearly everyone could be found. The assignments he had been aware of were not the most thrilling, so he had been wracking his brain for ideas for the duties he would giving to those of DarkClan. He stood silently for a moment, astoundingly still and quiet. Because his personality was so outgoing, it was bizarre to see him in such a state. Montgomery was merely pondering, attempting to seek out something for the members of their clan. Meager tasks would hardly draw any attention, though larger, more extravagant ones would repel other individuals. There had to be a balance between both or it would merely fall through.
Once he had mulled over the countless ideas for tasks in his mind, Scott pushed himself into an erect position. His head was held high, and his limbs were straight and rigid, yet not in an awkward manner. He oozed confidence, and his ego was obvious enough for anyone to witness. With a more commanding look adorning his facial features and posture, he parted his lips to speak, "Hey! DarkClanners! Get over here if you want a little somethin' to do." His bark echoed throughout the hall and even managed to be projected outwardly as well. Hopefully others would gather at his call rather than ignore it.