You were venturing through a dense, pitch-black cave of textbooks piled up perfectly to create an arch overhead. The glowing moonlight guided you through the inky darkness. Everything was quiet, misty breeze brushing past your cheeks. Your heart began to beat fast, panic worming its way into your soul. You began to pant heavily. What's Happening? Leaves cracked like pencils as you ran. You had to get out of there and you knew it too well. A shadowy figure reared behind you, picking up speed, followed by many others. You raced through the field of the terrain, trying to get away… but you couldn’t. You were losing energy quickly, though the strange creatures ceased to show exhaustion. Suddenly, you felt the warmth of a hand on your neck. You fell to the ground, pinned, having no way of escape. You heard a snicker and then, sneers. Dozens of eyes were staring down at you. You finally realized the truth: TriggerClan.
You were Helpless.