[taillow]

Dustymoth
A game? A racing game?? Oh, that sounded like fun! Promptly abandoning his shell studying in favor of the slippery icy pond Dustymoth scampered over to where Snakeheart was gathering RiverClan warriors up. Blue eyes glittered with excitement as the large fluffy tom took a seat, tail thumping against the frosty ground. "This sounds like fun! What a cool game, Snakeheart!" he called cheerfully from the back of the gathered cats. A few faces around him were familiar - Shimmerbird was a new warrior and Hazelstorm was a friend he recalled from an earlier interaction. This would certainly be an exciting race.

Head on a swivel, Dustymoth took a moment to observe his surroundings. The pond seemed frozen enough, though he raised a brow as some spots that appeared thin. "Are you positive this will hold us all up?" he inquired, though his blue gaze remained fixated on finding any possible cracks he could. Realization that his question might steer others away from the game, Dustymoth shook his head profusely, looking apologetically towards Snakeheart. "I-I didn't mean it like that! I'm sure it will. You've ran this race before it seems." Awkward tension clung to the air around Dustymoth while a wide grin stretched across his face. Paws continued to shuffle nervously under him as heat thawed his ears and whiskers.