Cavern

You stumble upon Cavern, his eyes closed, sitting under the stars. "Stupid prophecies." He mutters. dipping his paws in a puddle in front of him. While they're wet, he turns, eyes still closed, and dips them in a sand-dirt mix pile. He turns back around and whispers with his head turned to the stars. "Ancestors, talk to me." The wind kicks up, violently whipping through the top of castle, though not moving the flags or blowing your fur. The faint sound of whispers is carried on the wind, telling Cavern of the future, and the past. The wind comes to a stop suddenly, and Cavern opens his eyes, sighing. "I hate this."

Cavern, from a young age, was forced into prophecy. He hated reading the stars, sensing the whispers of the ancestors from the wind or the beating of the dragonfly's wings, he tried to block them as best he could. It wasn't his fault he had unusually good starspeak. He could often be seen clawing at his ears, yelling things like "Shut up!" or "Leave me alone!". Maybe he'll find some peace under the Ozymandias..
You are annoyed at that damn green snake. So demanding. Cavern suggests that they could go boop their snoot. That sounds like a great idea, actually. Let's go boop the snoot.
You have some trouble finding Cavern to ask him to watch a cub for a few minutes. No seriously, is he off staring at the stars again?
Cavern is sitting in the rain, staring intently at his paws. The lightning flashes and he looks somehow dashing despite being soaked. How does he do that?