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I'm sorry if I fall a bit inactive over the next few days — I have a few important ski practices and meets, as well as making sure my grades stay all right. Sorry! <3

"Are you not all right, Sansa?" Nutcrackerpaw inquired hurriedly, his serious expression dissolving into one of deepening concern as his emerald gaze swept over the slightly distressed femme. Moving from his standing position, the Scot would sit beside his girlfriend, huddling a bit closer to Sansa as his tail flicked back and forth, the bitter wind also affecting him, but not nearly as much due to his fluffier fur.

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omg please <3

Nutcrackerpaw was immensely tired of this weather to say the least. The bitterly chilly winds of winter seemed to blow through the crevices in his den, and the snow always seemed to be lodged within the pads of his paws, and despite his weak hunting skills, prey was always hiding. Releasing an improper huff of annoyance, which was totally unlike the princely honorguard, he would puff out his auburn chest before saying, expression serious as always. "Would anyone like a bit of hot chocolate?" Having been out on constant patrols, the gentlemanly trainee suddenly remembered the thermos of hot chocolate he had stolen from hikers. Not all too proper, but it was too delicious to resist.

Nutcrackerpaw had a rather thick winter pelt, typically used for these bitter winter winds, although occasional chills still rattled his bones as he padded towards both Sansa and Polaroidpaw. "Aren't you ladies rather cold?" The princely Scot inquired properly, delicately placing a butterfly kiss upon the tip of Sansa's nose before turning his serious emerald gaze in the direction of the other trainee, cocking his head slightly.

"I am Nutcrackerpaw, sir — a true pleasure. Although I would suggest the same as Violentkit. Would you prefer a tour by chance of the camp and territory to familiarize you with the land? I could also offer you a lesson of sorts upon our traditions, rules, and such." My, my, to the auburn honorguard, he appeared to be a suitable friend considering his organization and proper manner about him. The gallant Scot would maneuver so he was beside Sansa, his serious expression remaining upon his features in spite of the generous offer he had made the trainee.

"Hello, Cloudpaw. How might you be fairing, sir?" Nutcrackerpaw inquired politely in the direction of the medic, immediately finding his place beside the lovely Sansa as his bejeweled gaze flitted over the bored male. No doubt in winter he constantly found himself doing nothing but shivering, although it was quite possible to create a game out of the blue or simply socialize. Prim and proper, he would sit, auburn tail protectively curling round himself as his bittersweet frown deepened ever so slightly.

"Hello, my name is Nutcrackerpaw. Welcome to WindClan, Death Endless, sir. Would you like a tour perhaps?" The Scottish honorguard introduced himself as he sauntered up beside Lilystar, his bittersweet frown gracing his maw as his emerald gaze settled upon the newcomer. It seemed they were common these days, but nonetheless, he welcomed them as he had been told to — besides, the majority were relatively intriguing to the sophisticated trainee.

Bejeweled gaze flickering in mild concern at the sight of the shivering Maine Coon, Nutcrackerpaw would pad forth, his own auburn fur ruffled slightly against the bitter winds. "Are you all right, little one?" Although formal questions had been asked, the Scottish honorguard decided that it was necessary to first make sure the petite kitten was not too insanely cold or injured in any way. Appearing beside Polarispride, he would await a reply, serious expression deepening ever so slightly as his emerald optics continued to flutter over Lavenderkit.

"I would be interested." Nutcrackerpaw offered.

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"I will gladly participate, Armin." Nutcrackerpaw offered with a firm nod to state he intended on doing so as he approached the stuttering therapist. Emerald gaze flitting over the male, the auburn Scot would allow a silent sigh to escape him as he seated himself opposite the other, attention all upon the nervous Armin. Even if someone did attempt to make fun of him for creating a counseling session and not take it seriously, Nutcracker would step in without a doubt.

"If I accidentally discover poisonous herbs and put them into the mix, my apologies in advance." There was a hint of both seriousness and sincerity in his Scottish accent as he mentioned this, a joking smile lacing his auburn maw as he explained this. He certainly was not put upon this earth to become a medicine cat, however the princely honorguard decided he would assist as it was a necessary and richly important job within the clan.

"Of course, Sansa. What did you have in mind?" The gallant Scot inquired as he proceeded to pad over in the direction of his lovely girlfriend, delicately placing a butterfly kiss upon her head with a sincere smile lacing his auburn maw. "Or shall I surprise you?" Nutcrackerpaw asked, his princely stance being dropped momentarily as he crouched before her, grinning with absolute pleasure at the idea of his second statement. He had the perfect way to cheer her or, in the least, force her smile to stay a bit longer than intended.

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[ This will take place near BreezeClan, just so ya know <3 ]

Nutcrackerpaw had, in truth, been a bit bored lately as he sauntered unknowingly in the direction of BreezeClan, a genuine and relatively rare smile lacing his auburn features. No doubt he enjoyed being out and about without anyone surrounding him, especially considering that whenever he was in camp, the princely Scot felt as though he was slowly being strangled. Continuing his wildly goofy grinning, the former honorguard padded onwards, paws slightly dirty from the heavily melting snow as his emerald gaze flickered forward, as if silently challenging the unknown land in front of him.

His attention was automatically stolen by the wildcat now standing before him. Nutcrackerpaw's smile instantly faded into a frown of seriousness as the realization that he had accidentally crossed into another clan's territory. Standing opposite Paganpaw, the lithe trainee would straighten his posture, facing him with one nonexistent eyebrow raised. "Hello, my name is Nutcrackerpaw — a WindClanner, if you must know, sir. As for the territory bit, can't say I can answer that properly. You see, I stumbled into here by accident if you must know." His Scottish accent was immensely thick as he flashed the consigliere a momentary grin before returning to his original position. "Would you mind me asking your name and your reason? You seem upset."

"Eat me? Would anyone in your clan actually want to eat a skinny little thing like myself? Not really worth capturing either I suppose." The snarky comment was not taken to Nutcrackerpaw's heart however as he responded with ease, his seriousness breaking for a split second as he offered him a sympathetic smile of sorts, as if silently consoling Paganpaw. "Truly, I don't blame you for lashing out. But is it a medical issue that's stressing you? I doubt I could help considering most wouldn't even let me near any sort of herb in WindClan, but I could attempt to. You might gain a friend from all this." It turned out that his grinning somehow refused to quit as his bejeweled gaze continued to study the distressed feline, his own figure relaxing somewhat as he realized he did not intend on eating him.

"Feeling so safe at the moment." Nutcrackerpaw commented a bit sarcastically, a tad bit frightened their deputy was now going to appear and gobble him up. How nice, right?

Sorry for all of yours losses and all, but I'd be afraid I'd accidentally kill them myself, so I suppose I am not too much of a help. Care to chase me relentlessly off of your territory to relieve you of your stress? I'll do it willingly." The princely tom said, mentally noting of how serious the male appeared to be — even more than him, and the majority of WindClanners found that difficult to compete with considering how properly he did most everything. "Unless you would like to take a walk. Sounds boring, yes, but I don't really have much going on and you obviously need something to take your mind off of all this. Don't worry about spying either — if I were a spy I would have already either tried to kill you out of fear or told you all of WindClan's secrets." He was outspoken, yes, but quite honest as he offered the crouching tiger a smile of sorts.

"Angry tiger, eh? Really though, wouldn't you have liked to have my head — it seems more your style." Nutcrackerpaw added, before momentarily pausing and beginning once more. "Besides, my brother has sat on me before and it's rather uncomfortable. Besides, a hero's death is what I prefer much rather than having someone tell me mother, "Lilystar, your son met a tiger in the woods and he killed him by sitting on him."" He finished with a strangely triumphant smile, maneuvering so that he was now standing beside the healer, secretly delighted he had agreed to the walk.

But, as soon as his smile had come, it disappeared and faded into his typical bittersweet frown. "Duty calls, sir? Even so, I completely understand although why don't you show me around? I was a bit bored after all and this could be quite a lot of fun, yet the melting snow does dampen the mood. Don't you agree?"

[ Ah thank youu <3 I can move him whenever you'd like, just needs to say goodbye to his family <3 ]

"Is my face not pretty enough for your liking?" He inquired, sauntering on beside the much larger tiger with an insanely goofy grin tracing his maw as he continued to merely chat away. "As for the cave, it sounds devilishly adventurous — perfect, if you ask me!" Nutcrackerpaw normally would have shrunk away from something such as this, although with this grumbling fellow at his side, it seemed quite a bit more fun. "I'm too particular about my paws, mister, but I do object to you carrying me. It seems rather silly." He merely assumed that Paganpaw was being sarcastic as he attempted to keep pace with the apprentice, brushing the comment aside.