Step one of clan life: Every shitty clan had these things called weekly tasks; it just so happened that no one was holding them this week. With a reluctant grumble, something that went along the lines of protest, she set herself into motion.
With her tail swishing over the ground she stood in the middle of a perfect announcement center. See, she didn't really hae an idea where the leader of this clan presented this kind of stuff but she just rolled with her own punches, not anyone else. "Ayo fuckos, gather for weekly tasks by yours truly!"