Amethyst

Sparring. That's all she’s been about since she stumbled upon this place as a hatchling. In fact, "spar" was her first word. She must have gotten separated from her family. But she never lost her fighting spirit.
This love of combat has led her to become the clan defense. Amethyst makes sure that anyone coming in has good intentions. If not, they face her wrath. Any clan interlopers will be met with furious kicks and wicked claws.
That is, until the leyline went haywire. While convening with arcane forces as her morning meditation, a surge of magic shot through her body. Her legs shorten, claws adjusting to large paws forming. Her neck itches as a glorious mane sprouts from her scales. Crest feathers molt to make way for dense head and tail fur. What was once the form of a wildclaw is now a pained, lion faced obelisk.