a tall, messy-furred tortoiseshell with keen orange eyes. the only flattering descriptor one might be able to claw up from the depths of their consciousness, when first beholding wolfgrin, is "ruggedly handsome." he has a worn face, his flesh carved thin by weariness and pressed close to his sharp-edged structure of his skull, and a single off-kilter tooth that sticks out from behind his lips. the tattered mess of his left ear and the scar on his brow give him a strangely debonair affect. his eyes, deep orange in hue, are too sharp and keen. his fur is an incurable mess, sticking up in odd directions no matter how hard he tries to groom it, and cut through with scars. he walks with a slight limp in his right hind leg, exacerbated by cold weather. though tall, athletic, and disheveled, "brute" isn't a descriptor many would apply to him, unless they've seen him in a fight.
⤷ genetically a chocolate smoke tortoiseshell
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mischievous / debonair / witty / abrasive / ferocious / angry / meddlesome / moralistic / warm / caring / anxious / loyal. though he never really got to know his new clanmates besides flamefeather, and he's withdrawn even further out of grief, eventually the cats of skyclan may begin to see wolfgrin's personality start to shine. however, some may want to put it back. he's a smooth-talking, mischievous annoyance at best and downright rude at worst, but underneath this grimy armor hides a heart of gold.
he conceals a warm, almost paternal care and more than a little anxiety, and a frustrating tendency to try and solve other's problems for them or help them without really asking first. when his love and trust is gained, he exhibits a dog-like devotion to its holder, a devotion that's been misused before. he's a beast of war, and some have wanted to use him as a weapon. even though his experiences have left him wary of such manipulation, he's still susceptible to it.
wolfgrin smells like a dog and acts like a dog - it's no surprise that he fights like one as well. once he has his teeth in something, it's a tall order to get him to let go. he's ferocious, and in danger of letting his pain, fear and anger get the better of him in battle, causing him to see someone other than his opponent and lose control. micah, callie, even prescott, the first cat he ever killed, the cat whose death taught him how good it felt to rip flesh and taste blood when he's convinced he's repairing the world.
mannerisms: a slightly diagonal upward tilt of his head to look down at someone / a quiet laugh, more of an exhale than anything, while smirking and tilting his head down at a slight diagonal angle / wags his tail like a dog (this is a visibly different motion from lashing his tail in anger) / tips his head back and forth in confusion like a dog / more here