(Private Flashstar and Moth rp) And Then It's Too Cold

Moth took in a sharp inhale, then an exhale and dropped the rabbit onto the earth. Feeling the snow crunch under his ginger pelt, he let out a sigh of relief at actually managing to catch something. The cold made his golden-ginger frame feel too big for their skinny frame. He looked up in surprise at Flashstar's compliment, just a couple minutes ago, he was being chastised for hunting on Windclan territory. Flashstar was strange. He was a big, strong leader of one of five factions and probably old as butts, but was offering him a position in it. A family, a shot at survival. Moth's ears flattened against his head,orange-green eyes looking contemplative. After a period of silence, Moth spoke,"I still, I want to find my real family, my brother, but I guess Windclan could be close enough, so, yeah, I'll join Windclan."
OOC: And with that,Moth is offically joining Windclan.

A soft sense of bitterness tightened in the pit of Moth's belly, increasing as Flashstar decided to give him the mouse-crap 'loyalty' speech. As if he was trying to piss him off, Flashstar spoke in that raspy voice that most rouges did when trying to sound tough or intimidating. Cute. Real cute. The bitterness and anger threatened to creep into his voice,and Moth forced himself to close his mouth and think of a better way of wording his response before he ended flat-out telling his new leader that he was full of mouse-sh*t and that he was honest-to-Void-glad that his mommy issues weren't so bad that he was willing to use someone else's as ammo! Taking a deep breath, he explained, his voice increasing in anger and volume, and overall deadpan snark, "Frankly, I expected to be given the whole loyalty speil when I did something to earn it, and not because I expressed an interest to know where my brother was. Personally, I think it's very clear that I'm willing to be loyal to you and Windclan because if I wasn't I would've outright declined your offer to join Windclan, even though you were offering me food and shelter." Finally sighing, he muttered,"Ev'rybody's got an agenda,ev'ry-frickin'-body!" The moorlands seemed colder now.

The moors seemed to make Moth worse. Not more bitter, or more anxious. No, it just made him worse. The moors were not at all like twoleg-place. Coldness seemed to overtake them at this point. The sun's light hit the snow, making everything appear painfully bright for a moment. Moth closed his eyes, not saying anything for a while. This whole day sucks. I just wanna throw this day in the garbage. Maybe this was a dream, maybe he'd never met Flashstar, maybe he'd died out in the snow. Maybe Flashstar wasn't even real and this was all one of those dumb dying dreams, or whatever. With a far too sharp inhale, he mumbled,"Sorry. 'm just tryna-I'm really sorry."
OOC: His reply is finally done.