Double Trouble [Speckle]

[Twineheart]

[ Specklebird ]

The dead woods, one of the most dangerous places in Leafclan's territory. Not because of its deadened trees no they were harmless it was what liked to lurk within their hollow depths that was the deadly part. Badgers, foxes, big rats you name it and it was probably lurking in the shadows waiting for some unsuspecting cat to walk by. At least this is what was always told to the cats of Leafclan especially the apprentices. So of course what did that make the apprentices want to do? Why visit the dead woods of course!

Well maybe not all the apprentices but it sure made Whitepaw want to. The young snowy white tom was known for his adventurous spirit, only outshined by his sister Frostpaw's. So after finishing up so very dull and uninteresting apprentice duties Whitepaw had slipped his mentor and set out for the dead woods. Normally he would of taken his sister along with him but she'd been dragged off to train. If it's any fun I'll bring her by later, he thought as his grey paws pad along the ground. It wasn't often he opted to travel via the ground. Most of the time the spritely tom enjoyed leaping from tree branch to tree branch. but since the dead woods was well dead, he'd decided to stay on the ground.

After a little ways of walking the young tom started to notice a chance in the birch tree forest around him. The trees were getting fewer and farther between. Then he saw it ahead the mass of blackened and dead wood which made up the dead woods.

[Specklebird]

Specklepaw was walking through the forest, her tail held high and kinked at the end. the cool air filled her nose and she quickened her pace, she had slipped out of camp to go and visit a place that she had been told about as a kit, the stories where of a place called the dead woods. it was said to be dangerous, and her naturally adventurous personality would not let her rest.

her ears pricked, as she heard a rustle in the in the rapidly thinning undergrowth. she lowered herself into a hunting crouch might as well hunt wile I'm out she reasoned. she crept forward, sniffing the air cautiously, she could not detect any scents, but of course she was a new apprentice and her nose wasn't fully trained. she crept to the place where the rustling was coming from and got ready to spring.

she leaped shooting through the sparse undergrowth, barreling strait into Whitepaw with a yelp "Whoa!" and skidding on a wet patch of mud and last leaf-fall's leaves, she landed in a tumble of tan and brown spotted fur.