Skypaw slowly nosed her way out of the Medicine cat den, still unused to any ground that was not in the nursery. However, the tiny, blind kitten was learning her way bit by bit, having just been newly apprenticed. She raised her head and scented the air, detecting that a patrol was returning. She also could detect that no fresh-kill was brought with them and her belly gave a very small grumble of disapproval. Skypaw sighed softly and padded forward a few steps, feeling a sad pang fill her as she realized just how empty the camp was. She had only been a very tiny kit when the clan was attacked but she had heard what had happened from older apprentices and warriors and it saddened her every time to think about what they had lost.