Sounds of morning birds seemed to float along the breeze that slipped through the crooks of the den. Outside, the waterfall roared down into it's pool, which was full from recent rains. Several kits slept at the belly of a speckled black and white she-cat named Pygmyprawn. Her tiny form was hardly visible among the feathers and moss that made up her nest. Beside her, a puffball of a tom began to stir. His mottled brown coat was spiked up where he had tossed and turned all night. Cavernkit let out a massive yawn, feeling the action seep the energy from his muscles. He sleepily rose and trudged out of the Nursery, deciding that maybe the sunlight would wake him up. His crystal blues, despite his tiredness, still held their signature sparkle as the bright light flooded into them. He blinked a few times and gave each leg a stretch before glancing around the camp. It was still a shock to him to see such massive stones and so many cats weaving around them without even thinking. He silently wondered if he would be that comfortable walking through Waterclan's camp like that.