To Wake

He had no idea who he was or why he was here. He only knew a few things.
He was a skeleton. He had a bow, and few things bothered to attack him.
But he could do things skeletons couldn't do.
He could break things. Build things. He could think and speak.
Bright blue lights like stars burned in his sockets.
His name was Blue.
And Blue wanted to prove he was more than a skeleton.
...But why was that creeper so unafraid of cats? And was it talking too?
Was Blue not alone?