A chilly breeze ruffled Waspsting's black fur as he sat on a boulder overlooking a good part of RavenClan territory. As far as he could see, new life was springing up. His mind went back to the two disasters the clans had suffered and he was thankful to StarClan that their land was showing signs of recovering. Newleaf would be certainly welcome, especially this time around. But there was something else bothering him, something he didn't dwell too much upon lately. But thoughts of the changing seasons somehow brought it to mind. He would certainly love to have a special she-cat to share his life. There was an emptiness inside his heart he longed to have filled. The breeze seemed to carry his deep sigh out across the territory.