About

Allowed into the clans by a Med cat who precieved his apperance as being predicted by a vision, Snappingmaw finds himself a outlier in his own home. He isn't a cat, that much is instantly noticable, as the coyote often towers over his clanmates. He was desperate after the death of his mate left him alone, and with a daughter to raise. He spoke a small amount of cat and could understand them somewhat, so he took a chance. He knew of the clans of cats nearby, he had smelt the borders and heard murmurs of them. So, dragging himself and his young pup to the clans border during a stormy new-leaf night, and attemping to communicate that he wished to get help in some form. Blessidly he came across the clans Med cat, who after having a confusing vision from Starclan, took his apperance and pleas for help as what was foretold.

His joining was met with well deserved distrust and skeptisim. The Med cat had to argue and fight to convince the others to let him remain in the clan, to let him and his pup have at least a chance as it was starclans will. Eventually, the leader relented, and allowed him to stay under supervision. And a threat to harm his pup if he ever dare to break the code or falter in his duties. He never did, and now he finds himself a senior warrior, his daughter FlintSpark now a warrior. He is respected but kept at arms length, something he is sure will never change. He is fine with it, he made his peace with it long ago.