Seapaw had resisted being assigned a mentor for as long as she could justify since waking up in the medicine cat den. She had explored camp slowly, and with the help of others her age, accepted her new suggested name, and agreed to stay in Summerclan. It wasn't like she had many choices in that respect, but she did genuinely like the clan and its members. Eventually she had accepted that she would need to learn the ways of the clan to fully stay, and had accepted the cat that had been chosen to mentor her.

Her stomachache was bad the morning she was supposed to start training, fueled by nerves and apprehension. She was sure she would fail, and they would kick her out to wander, without her memories or past, in the foreign lands that surrounded camp. But she made herself wake up and slowly make her way over to Tinybreath, her dark amber eyes avoiding her mentor's gaze. "Good morning," she said quietly, as she reached the black cat that was waiting for her.

(sounds good to me!)

Tinybreath's gentle demeanor did a lot to soothe Seapaw's frazzled state of mind, and she even managed to give her a small, genuine smile. It was a good thing, definitely a good thing, that this was the she-cat who would be teaching her. "If you were going to test what I know, don't bother with that. I'm kind of a blank slate." She lacked the knowledge that clan kits had, with their basic hunting poses and developed wrestling skills. She had the instinctual movements down, but her brain was void of techniques or intricate maneuvers. "I'll probably be the dumbest apprentice."