Name:
Was once called Savage(claw), but he now goes by Lyall.
Name meaning:
Scottish surname transferred to unisex forename use, from the Old Norse personal name Liulfr, meaning "shield wolf."
Gender: Tom
Pelt: White
Eyes: Flame
Rank: Rogue(former Clan cat)
History:
Prologue:
It all began when, Lyall was a kit. His mother, and all the members of his clan, were looking forward to seeing what color, this young pure white tom's eyes were. They were sure that his eyes would blue. Then when he was two moons old, his eyes opened for the first time, and they were red as blood. A queen who was also nursing her kits, yowled in horror. Lyall looked at the queen in confusion, why was she yowling in horror? Was there something wrong with his eyes? Or was something else wrong?
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"Mom, why is she yowling in horror, is there something wrong my eyes?" Lyall innocently asked his mother. "No, sweetie." She rubbed up against him lovingly. "There is completely nothing wrong with your eyes, it's just that they are different, and uniquely colored." His mother, Rosewind said. But there was, and the medicine cat believed, that it was a sign of a bad things to come. The medicine cat convinced the leader, that Lyall's red eyes was a sign of him, maybe of him growing up to, be a killer in the near future. Because of that, Rosewind lost the ability to name him, whatever name that she wished to name him. Even though as she did wished to do so. She desperately wanted to named her only surviving kit, since she had lost the others to a bout of greencough. He was her pride and joy because of this, he was everything to her. And it broke her heart to not able to name him herself. The leader had took the one thing she had. Her ability to named her only kit, and she wasn't going let him get away with it that easily. She vowed to get her ability to name him back, no matter the cost.
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The next day, a naming ceremony happened that very morning. The leader stood over Lyall for what seemed like sky-lengths, above him on the high ledge. "Everyone please gather for the naming ceremony!" The leader yowled from the high ledge. And all of the clan started to gather around the high ledge. Lyall's mother, Rosewind sat down next to him, looking a little sad, that she couldn't have named her own kit. But yet at the same time, she looked like she was, going to burst at the seams with pride, that he was going to be named by the leader, himself. "I will name Rosewind's only surviving kit today." The leader paused. "I have picked a name for him, and I hope that Starclan approves my choice." The leader went silent as he quietly said, the name in his head. I have chosen Savagekit for his name. I hope that you approve my choice, Starclan. "From now on, your name will be Savagekit, young one." The leader said, looking down at Lyall. "Savagekit, Savagekit, Savagekit." The clan all said as one, chanting his new name until it rang in his ears.
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Savagekit, the name echoed in his mind. How could the leader do this to him? He wasn't savage at all. In fact it was a completely opposite of his nature. There wasn't a savage bone in Lyall's body. The name Savagekit reminded Lyall of everything that he isn't. It brought to mind of the stories his mom told him, about the savage rouges that lived in the forest, near by the clan. He was nothing like them! He vowed to not let his new name, hold him back from his true destiny. The one that the leader, and even the medicine cat couldn't see coming. The destiny that truly belonged to him. He could feel it calling him in his bones. Starclan knew that he wasn't destined to kill, he was truly destined to protect. He could feel it talking to him in the breeze, like a soft whispering in his ears. Starclan was telling him, that he was destined for great things. And no one could tell him otherwise. The sunset over the horizon, outside the nursery den. As Savagekit went to sleep, as he curled up to next his mother, in the nursery den. He just couldn't shake this feeling, that something bad was going to happen, something very bad.
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He closed his eyes, and he saw wildfire burning everywhere, it was in the camp clearing, in the dens, and it was blocking the ivy tunnel, which was the only way out of the clan camp. And worst of it all, it felt like his fur was on fire.
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WIP, something to do with him becoming a warrior, and earning his warrior name: Savageclaw.