Puddleheart stretched in her makeshift nest, she twisted her head and heard it crack, letting out a purr of relief as it did, she got up from it and walked out into the emerging sunlight, the gleam of the large ball of sun warming her blue fur, she went to stand beside her newly appointed apprentice, for a cat with such vision problems she certainly got around better than she would ever expect. Puddleheart smiled, and then the instant was gone, and the cold harsh reality returned, Puddleheart remembered the dire straits the clan was in and put on a face more suited to such hardships. As she made her way over to her den she happened upon the returning patrol, prey-less, newsless and hopeless, never a good combination. Puddleheart finally made her way to the cave and bumped Skypaw as she did, "You're up early" was all she said, all the while thinking to herself that, while perhaps there is little good to the clan's current situation, there was the idea that the experience would forge Skypaw in to one hell of a medicine cat.