Specklekit was born alongside her sister, Shortkit. The two were your typical kits- getting into trouble, listening to elderâs stories, sleeping by each other's sides, waiting for the day they became great warriors. Their older siblings, Aspentuft and Splashfrost played with them every day, and the clan all loved their newest litter. When they were finally apprenticed, Specklepaw to Thornskip, a young but respected warrior, and Shortpaw to Bramblespeck, a good-humored senior warrior, they were over the moon. There was no doubt in their minds they would be the best warriors ever.
But one day, Specklepaw was visited in her sleep but a cat who claimed to know her father. She had never once wondered who her father was- Aspentuft and Splashfrostâs had never been known, and neither had her and Shortpawâs. But no one had ever really asked. It was always assumed she and her older siblings were fully related by blood, though. She was going to dismiss the strange cat, who was called Goosestar, but she wondered if he was a StarClan cat trying to give her a message, so she didnât. It would be amazing to be a prophesied cat, after all. Goosestar told her that her mother had lied about her âbloodâ- her kin. She was only the half-sister of her beloved older siblings, and that her father was Tuftfrost of ShadowClan. That Goosestar was her kin through Tuftfrost. Specklepaw was startled, wondering how this could be true- that her mother had been in a half-clan relationship and hadnât even cared. That she was related to some dead leader.
He offered to train her, to make her strong, to let her stand alongside her true kin. So, seeing nothing wrong with a little training, she accepted. Nearly every night, she started visiting the Dark Forest. She asked more than a few times if her sister could join them, but Goosestar would always reply that she was too soft and weak-minded. As Specklepaw trained under Goosestar and many other cats, she began to question their motives. She was fine with the training, as brutal and bloody as it had become, but she overheard and was occasionally dragged into schemish plots. She even crossed her fatherâs paths a few times, along with another of her half-siblings, Hollowleafâs.
It wasnât until her mentor, Thornskip, was slain by BoneClan rogues that Specklepaw felt the anger rise within in. She was reassigned to her older brother, Aspentuft, who was ecstatic, but Specklepaw could see nothing but the words half-brother, half-blood whenever she looked at him. She could only see the cat that was replacing her mentor. She could only see the BoneClan cats- cats that Goosestar and the Dark Forest wanted her to help, cats she had allowed to hunt in her territory without problem before. Now, she wanted nothing but to hunt them. Going against Goosestarâs orders, she attacked BoneClan warriors when they taunted SkyClanners at their border. Her aggressive behavior was noted by her clanmates, but they could not know the length of it.
Specklepaw would sneak out of camp at night to go and torment BoneClanners, and her first kill was an honest accident, but one she did not regret. She had been covering her scent in whatever she could find so they didnât know she was a SkyClan cat, one of such was the old scent of fix. One day, she had led them straight to that old fox den- one the rogues had used before to lure foxes to the clancats with. She hadnât realized a young pair of foxes had taken residence of the den, but when the foxes had sprung out, they had mistaken Specklepaw with her red pelt and fox scent as one of their cubs. They attacked and murdered the BoneClan rogues, and then put Specklepaw in their den. She knew it wasnât long before the young foxes realized their mistake, so she quickly snuck out. When a few BoneClan cats stumbled upon her, drenched in the blood of their absolutely mauled campmates, they had mistaken her for their killed, screeching and calling her the âBloodied Sky!â which was eventually shortened to Bloodsky. They called her so for the speckled pattern of her pelt, like clouds in a sky, and of course, she was covered in blood and already had a red pelt.
At first, Specklepaw was shocked, but she quickly took to her new title, her tormenting of the BoneClan cats going much farther- clawing the eye of roguesâ out often, knowing blinding could be a fate worse than death as a rogue. She even attacked their leader, Shadefur, once. She killed a two or three more cats too, all as an apprentice, which made her incredibly proud. In her dreams, Goosestar had, at first, clawed her for attacking the rogues, but, then, as he saw her vicious, blood-lusting ways, he stood back with a smile, encouraging her anger by telling her how Tuftfrostâs mother had associated with BoneClan, and that he himself was half-BoneClan. And then came a time when SkyClan attacked BoneClan, she was eager, but, to her surprise and worry, the rogues recognized her, screaming and calling her Bloodsky, and telling their campmates to run. Not all ran, of course, and the battle continued, but it was far easier. Silverstar, leader of SkyClan, took notice of this, but didnât ask further on it. Aspentuft, Shortpaw and a few others tried to, but Specklepaw would dodge the question or answer that she must look like an old horror tale of theirs.
She and her sister were made warriors after that, named Specklesky- clearly after her Bloodsky nickname- and Shortpaw became Shortthorn- clearly after Thornskip, Speckleskyâs mentor. Speckleskyâs mentor! Not Shortthorn. Why was Shortthorn being named after him instead of Specklesky? Sure, because of her training under Goosestar, she had ignored Thornskip a lot, but she had looked up to him! He had still been her mentor. Completely lost to her anger, Specklesky was quick to cover her scent in fox, waiting for Silverstar to leave camp. When she did, Miss Bloodsky swiftly attacked her, making sure she couldnât see her. She slit her throat and shoved her face into a bush, and ran. Silverstar lost a life. It was a strange death, and no one was sure of the culprit.
No one except Aspentuft. Who had realized what his younger sister was doing. When he confronted her about it, in a fit of panic and rage, she murdered him and threw him into the lake. For a long while, no one found his body, until a storm washed it back up onto the shore. During that time, Specklesky had gotten pregnant with Sprucebarkâs kit after a one night stand. The tom was excited over the predicament, unaware of the stress Specklesky was under. He wanted to raise the kits, while Specklesky wanted nothing to do with him. They agreed not to mates, but to raise the kits together. If Specklesky was honest, she thought about killing her kits, Pigeonkit- named by Sprucebark- and Sharpkit- named by Specklesky, multiple times. She had plenty of time to think over her actions and her temper. Whose side was she even on anymore? SkyClan, her family- her blood, the Dark Forestâs? Who would she kill? Would she ever stop being the ferocious Bloodsky?
When her kits became apprentices and Sprucebark was killed by BoneClan rogues, leaving them broken and alone because their mother didnât really love them, she began to truly see the pain of others around her, not just herself. She hated BoneClan, she knew that. They were the bane of her existence, but she had not made it better with her actions. She tried getting her life back on track, as hard as it was. She began hanging out with her kits more, her sister more, her mother more. She still trained in the Dark Forest, but she was slowly starting to hate their ways and their violent training as it reminded her too much of her Bloodsky days. Goosestar tried to keep her anger and her rage, only ever calling her Bloodsky. But she kept her head high, although she was prone to a few violent outbursts, especially regarding BoneClan, and she got her first and only apprentice, Brokenpaw. The young she-cat was missing a leg, but she never let it stop her, and Specklesky would fight anyone who tried to tell her otherwise.
She eventually met her end in an argument with Goosestar. She tried to kill him, but he managed to take her life instead. When she died, she went to the Dark Forest, not to her surprise. Still, she chose not to remain in the Place of No Stars, walking along the edge of the Dark Forest and StarClan, and sometimes wandering away from both entirely.
âLong-tailed russet colored she-cat with speckled fur.â
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