Darkness. Helplessness.

BirchTail found herself struggling for breath in and endless abyss until it had completely engulfed her.

As BirchTail woke to a ray of sunlight filtering through a crack in the roof she was panting heavily however she pushed her dream to the back of her mind.

She padded out of the warriors den and arched her back in a long and satisfying stretch. Then began licking her paw and drawing it over her ear smoothly. A warm ray on sunlight gleamed on her glossy pelt.

Once she was finished thouroughly grooming, BirchTail padded over to the group of cats that were huddled around the deputy waiting to be assigned their tasks for the day. BirchTail signed and muttered to herself "Just another ordinary day in ThunderClan"

Little did she know about what would happen that day.