A giggle escaped the bloody she-cat, her ebony fur coated as she wandered into camp, looking almost in a daze. Granddaughter of Foxstar and daughter to the defector Dealfinder, who now resided in WinterClan, and Valleystep a former Promised who'd simply disappeared into thin air, the apprentice had always been a little off. Cats seemed to get hurt around her, Spellpaw being a cat who truly seemed to catch a whole lot of bad luck. Of course, it didn't usually mean she was hurt or suffered the consequences, but today it appeared was no normal day.

    Fur clung to her still outstretched claws, a cut above her right eye bleeding down around the golden orb in direct contrast to the penny copper one beside it, her mismatched gaze shimmering as the crimson liquid dripped down her fur, paws leaving a red trail in her path. "Weeeeee!" The she-cat laughed, innocent voice ringing around the gorge as she spun and tripped landing awkwardly on her side where she laid, still giggling madness as she swirled her toes in the air, watching the light catch the rays of blood with a sadistic sort of delight.