I trudged grumpily through the squelching mud. It oozed and squeezed between my claws, glueing my fur together. I swore under my breath. This storm was useless. It had been going on for weeks now, the same miserable grey clouds, the sun strangled in a foggy grip. The brown mud splashed my belly fur. 'Damn!' I heard Waterpaw slip and slide face first into he gunge. I couldn't help but purr in humor. 'It's not funny,' he grumbled hotly. 'We're here to check on DarkClan, not stumble through this bog.' 'Yeah,' Waterpaw conceded, shaking mud from his whiskers. 'Deathstar's pretty creepy though.'