The light pitter-patter of raindrops against the top of the cave was enough to lull him to sleep. Please not those dreams again, Starclan. That thought was the last one he had before the blanket of drowsiness took over and he began to doze with the tiniest of snores. Calamityshrine's weakness was the rain. For some reason, he could handle the water that sprayed out from the waterfall in camp or a good, long swim, but as soon as it came out of the sky he was sent into a state of slumber like no other. There really wasn't a reason he should be tired. Truthfully, he did nothing that whole morning. No one needed help or called on him for a job. Wait, was he supposed to do the calling? Meh. More importantly, why was he thinking about the clan in his sleep? His eyes fluttered open at the sound of pawsteps. Well, at least that kind of sleep was better than those horrific dreams. He let out a deep yawn and rose to his paws to greet the unfortunate soul that was about to be stuck with him for the day.