Prologue

Ravenkit looked up at the starry night sky, sighing.

He closed his molten orange eyes briefly in depression. No cat liked him. Not his mother, his father nor his siblings. It was all because he had 'molten' eyes. They thought he was weird. So they made him an outcast. He was always the last of his siblings to get food, and always got shoved out of the way. All the kits excluded him from their games. The only other cat who was kind to him was Bluestar, but she was a StarClan cat.

"Ravenkit." Bluestar whispered.

Ravenkit looked up to see a blue-gray she-cat.

"Bluestar!" Ravenkit mewled, tears staining his pure black fur.

Bluestar touched noses with him, kindness glittering in her icy-blue gaze.

"I have a prophecy for you." Bluestar meowed, her eyes darkening all of a sudden.

"What is it?" Ravenkit asked, his eyes brimming with excitement, but his tone stayed dark and shadowy.

"The wind on the moor will blow the raven toward its destiny." Bluestar mewed.

"What does that mean?" Ravenkit queried his only friend. But Bluestar had already begun to fade away.

Ravenkit felt the ground vanish beneath him, and he fell and fell, deep into the everlasting darkness.