Whiteclaw started his life on the wrong foot. Literally.
Born with his legs sticking out instead of his head, the birth was a serious complication. His mother died as a result, leaving him to be adopted by another nursing mother who already had her paws full with five other puppies. He was named after his white claws, much like Oxfoot was, and his home pack goes by the name of Lost Storm Pack.
Despite his hard journey into the living world, Whiteclaw persevered and grew healthy and strong. Although, he is more speedy than strong. He used to race his mentor and fellow adolescents over hills and hills without missing a beat.
This caused him to be named as a scout as an adult, but he found that being a scout was not as enjoyable as they made it out to be. His pack did not allow him to become a hunter, however, so he decided he would leave. He was tired of the strong winds in his fur and desired a new start.
Whiteclaw met Oxfoot when they were on their own and created a pack together, taking in loners and soon having their first pups, Pinefur and Sandtail.