The morning was hot and murky from last night's rainfall so hunting was a nightmare. Between the eight of us, we'd managed to catch three puny mice and two tiny rabbits; better than the scraps that where in TwolegPlace. I kept watch for any Clan cats as the other ate; we were soaked p to our stomachs due to the rain pooling at the bottom of the tunnel. Swift described it as a mini lake with how wide and deep it was. I hadn't given the group time to dry off before we were on our paws and moving once more.
Scaling the small mountains near Mothermouth was part of our upcoming problem, the other part was the heavy rain that pelted us during the climb.