#bb!cinderpelt

Definition of “I’m a healer, but..” *pulls out spear*

I love to imagine that she compensates for the leg by using the spear as a pole for shifting her weight. She jabs the shaft into the ground, and uses her mouth and arms to "swing" her lower body in a new direction.

So if a group of warriors ever thinks they have her surrounded, she's not as immobile as they assume she will be.

She absolutely HAS to be pretty up there in terms of "average Cleric strength" though, you're right lmao. Funny enough she might be stronger than Yellowfang, just without the opportunity to show it off.

(Besides the fact she manages to kill a small boar while also sacrificing herself in the process ofc)

[ID: Mr. Burns from the Simpsons eagerly winds across a balcony to cup his hand to his dastardly ear in a Grinchly manner. The camera zooms in as his fingers curl outwards and his brow piques with malicious interest.]

Perhaps she knows that she, alone, cannot defend her brother's mate and her nespring against the terrible beasts outside. As one snuffles at the cave mouth, slobbering at the bloody scent of afterbirth and sweet-sharp taste of fear, Cinderpelt realizes that the looming shadow of flesh and fangs is just small enough to squeeze into their hiding place.

But not large enough for another boar to follow.

As the hog blocks out the thin beams of light in the entrance of the cave, it catches a straight, ruthless path towards her in its shining eye. She tucks her weapon below her belly and braces its stem against the ground like a stake. Her head is held high, meeting its stare as her bait. A comfortable, familiar pain throbs through her hip as she stares into the gaze of the boar as if it's a headlight.