*Kiwi slowly starts to pace back and forth, wings back, head lowered, ears flat.*
What do you want with us?
Kiwi: You should know Fawnfeather. He wants to destroy us.
*Glares and snarls*
Tigertail: Precisely.
*Meanwhile, in apartment, Alan is holding down a slightly panicky Ginger.*
Alan: I'm sure they're fine Ginger!
Ginger: No! In trouble!