His eyes widened at the loud commotion as they opened up the cave that nutmegaroma was crouched in, waiting. Was she that opposed to being in a marriage? He gulped, wondering who it was and what she would be like. He blinked at the light and just like that it was gone, leaving the two shivering in the darkness. Only one seemed to be aware they weren't alone. "Um, hi," He said softly, trying not to scare her. It would definitely scare her. Another thing he couldn't seem to do right.

His eyes widened as she practically tackled him to the ground and began nuzzling him. His fur grew warm and he let out a squeak like a mouse, scrambling to his paws and flattening himself against the stone wall. Sure, they were supposed to married tomorrow but he wasn't expecting her to be so... touchy so fast! "Sorry, I just... I was surprised. I thought you didn't want to get married so you caught me off... guard." He tried to edge away from her bit tripped and fell over all on his own, getting a crystal to the eye. "Ow! Okay! Wow, great first impression. I don't really know what to say. I've never even dated." He felt flushed and embarrassed. It wasn't uncommon for cats to have little romances here and there even if they ended up in an arranged marriage like this one.

She seemed very cuddly and touchy. Under different circumstances where he wasn't so nervous, maybe it would have been cute. Right now he just felt anxious and a little bit overwhelmed. Her panicking demeanor definitely did not help and he sat up straight, smoothing down a patch of ruffled fur on his chest. "This is where we are supposed to prepare. Talk, pray, get to know each other. After tomorrow we're supposed to be married." He wondered why she was so freaked don't by it. All winterclan cats were raised with the assumption they would one day be arranged into a marriage. It was honorable and a worthwhile way to find a life partner. "I know we don't really know each other but... I'll do my best." He gave her a crooked smile that showed his nervous and anxiety. Probably didn't ease hers but he really had no clue what else to do. "I'm Nutmegaroma, son of Mistyveil and Reign who are now known as Mistyrose and Sparrowflight of Sunclan " He honestly had no clue if they were still alive or not. Since their move he hadn't spoke to either one.

He had only heard Winterclan's stories of leaders and knew very little of Goldenstar, for being the son of a previous witch you would think he would know a little more about politics, "What a coincidence! I don't know much about Sunclan but I hope my parents are happy there. I wish I could say I know more about Goldenstar but, uh, politics were never my thing. I'm just... doing my best." He grimaced. How was he supposed to explain that he never seemed to do anything right? Wasn't observant enough, swift enough, smart enough. He wasn't confident he would be a good husband either but that wasn't exactly something you talked about the day before you got married. "What kind of things do you like? I thought it would be nice to know each other, maybe play a game with the crystals or something... they say each cat has a crystal that resonates best with their heart center. Might be fun," With his luck he'd break the crystal.

He smiled at her enthusiasm. She was very sweet and nice... and the poor thing had to be married to him. "Umm... I think it was supposed to be something like we play catch with it and whichever one we can keep in the air the longest is supposed to represent our marriage... or something like that..." He scooped up a deep red gem and tossed it at her "Catch!" He called, but it was a beat too late. The crystal hit her head and the the floor with a thunk plink. Nutmegaroma grimaced, "Are you okay? I'm so sorry, bad throw."