Ferretfuzz had never been a mentor before! The skin underneath his pelt was alight with dancing nerve ends- excitement and nervousness. A curious combination, though not unexpected given he didn't really know how to be a mentor. He hoped that he wouldn't fumble the entire thing and end up doing wrong by Torrentpaw, and by extension his own mother Silverscreech.
Torrentpaw was his younger sibling, after all, and what a shame would it be if he failed to teach him the ways of the Warrior, oh how mortifyingly embarrassing! He would have to run, run away and never return and change his name and live as Fuzzface the lowly hermit, or something or rather. Swallowing down a bundle of nerves that had lodged itself in his throat, he guided Torrentpaw through the swamp. He figured that if he taught Torrentpaw how to hunt in the most difficult stretch of territory to hunt in- then hunting elsewhere within their borders would be relatively easier in comparison. He came to a stop and whirled around to face Torrentpaw, he lowered his voice so as to keep the risk of scaring off any prey minimal as possible, "Now then we are here to hunt! I uhm... well I figured that if you learned to hunt in the swamp, the hardest place to hunt in- then any other hunting we do will be a breeze!"
It had been a couple moons since returning to his clan. He missed Spiderkit. But, Torrentpaw knew his place was home with his siblings and mother. Silverscreech had been delighted to see her precious kit again, and Zinniapaw had seemed to calm down a bit since he last saw her. Apparently from his family's point of view, they thought him dead. They were unaware he had a natural talent for swimming, which had ultimately saved his life had he not dragged himself to the side of the riverbank. Of course, the hospitality of Copperstar and the medicine cat surely helped him also to survive after washing ashore on their border of camp.
Torrentpaw could sense the excitement and nervousness from his new mentor, his older brother Ferretfuzz. Half thinking about Spiderkit who no doubt would be a apprentice by now, the tri-colored tom accidently jammed into his brother as he whirled around, falling back on his butt in the process. "Ow." Rubbing his nose for a moment, he raised a brow and looked around, not to happy to be in this particular area of the territory. Unsavory memories made a comeback, his blue gaze scanning the treetops, ears plastered against his head and tail tucked in fear. This was where the Hawk had snatched him as a kit when Zinniapaw and him snuck out of camp.
"Do we have to hunt here?" He asked nervously. "There are...creatures hanging around here I'm not to fond of."