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Snowbunny had been over the moon when he was announced as a mentor, this would be his first time! He had two mentors back in the Regime. Deviant had been his first until he was reassigned Scout Superior Conrad. He couldn't wait to teach Centipede how to bee a professional hunter as well as the spiritual side of WinterClan. But as he walked towards the apprentice den he came to the sudden epiphany that he had no idea how to fight. His jaw clenched as his mind raced fast for ideas. This would be okay for today, combat probably came later in an apprentices training, but eventually he would need to find his own teacher in order to learn combat to teach Centipedepaw.
Entering the apprentices den he gently rocked Centipedepaw from his slumber. Snowbunny was smaller than the other warriors, technically not by much, but give how WinterClan cats had thicker pelts than him they all appeared much bigger than they were. He had sharp pointed ears that were tall like a rabbits. His pelt was pure white with long sheepdog bangs curtaining over his lightning green gaze. Although there were many white cats in the clan his unique features alone made him stand out.
The soft swaying brought Cenitpedepaw out of his peaceful slumber with a silent gasp, his yellow eyes wide in confusion and shock before finding the sight of the youngest Knight standing. He stared up silently, his eyes blinking slowly as he fought again the feeling of sleepiness. To was finally the day he would start his training. "Oh... good morning Snowbunny." He breathed politely, but his expression stay guarded and serious as he slowly and quietly rose from his moss bed, careful not to wake or stir the other Students from their own slumbers. He followed closely behind his mentor, staring after him all while quietly noting the white tom's expressions and movements. It was a natural act for him to do. He was a rather quiet cat and enjoy cat watching more than anything. It helped the young cat to decipher other cats' personalities and weaknesses. He couldn't help but do the same for his own mentor. He could never be too careful.
