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Flutteringpaw had been excited when Creeksong first strapped the braces onto her back legs. The ability to stand was appealing, but the pain of using muscles in her core that she didn't usually use before was making her ache. It had been much easier crawling than it was trying to get used to what was essentially a new body part for her. For the first few days she had suffered through slipping and stumbling, showing signs of improvement with each passing day. But ultimately Flutteringpaw felt it was too much work to keep up.
In long, careful wobbly movements Flutteringpaw approached Creeksong, "Creek, can you help take these off of my legs now? I don't want to use them anymore, they're stiff and I'm tired. I tried to take them off myself, but I can't seem to undo every strap," She explained, motioning to the few she managed to undo herself.
"No," Creeksong replied although, confusingly, he padded around Flutteringpaw and began to mess with he straps. At first it seemed as if they were loosening up and he was undoing them but, perhaps just as she would have had the thought, the bindings became tighter as he relaxed what she had managed to undo. His paws were gentle, his movement precise, but he was almost hurried in his motions. When he was down he gave Flutteringpaw a harsh look.
"I've worked on this design since the day I first met you. All you've been doing up until now was the prepare your body for it. It's not going to be easy, if it was I would have tied something like this to you moons ago," Creeksong explained, pulling on one of her hind legs slightly to get it into its proper position, "It's going to hurt. You're going to be sore and uncomfortable because all growth is. But you'll make it, and you'll be happy when you did... but I'll tell you what..."
He walked back to face her and gave her one of those rare smiles of his, "If you can keep them on until the end of the day, I'll take you on a date and give you a little break."
Flutteringpaw at first thought it was a dry joke telling her no only to take them off, but soon realized he was only tightening the binding. "Creek," Flutteringpaw whined, shifting the first leg he secured away from him waiting for him to finish up the other leg despite wanting to pull that one away too. Despite them both only being a couple moons apart in age Creeksong was always someone she looked to as an authority figure. He knew how to help her, he knew how to guide her through the league, she always trusted him to know what was best for her.
Seeing him look at her harshly she surrendered a guilty expression, "I know" She said softly, bitterness licking the edge of her tone before he had even said a word. He told her everything she already knew, but needed to hear again. He was always a mind reader like that.
She blushed at his touch as he re-positioned her. Ever since they first met she always wondered if he was just trying to do or say nice things to get her to listen. He had a way of seeing cats as any other animal, something that could be simplified. So when he smiled and offered a reward for doing as he wanted her to do she had that thought in the back of her mind. But she had decided long ago that even if that were true she'd let him manipulate her to do what he wanted. She never felt particularly pretty compared to the other she-cats so even if any of this was fake she welcomed it.
Leaning up she touched her nose to him, "It's a date." She smiled shyly, she never used to be able to do that before, touch his face. For the most part Creek was always safe from any physical affection she could give him from being low to the ground, but not so much anymore.
"Maybe I can negotiate for you to let me sleep with them off? They've been uncomfortable the last few nights," Flutteringpaw explained.
"That should be OK," Creeksong decided to yield, after all if Flutteringpaw, who had minimal feeling in her hind legs, was complaining about discomfort, he aught to take it seriously. He also couldn't come up with a single reason why taking it off at night would harm her progress. He just... honestly didn't want to deal with undoing all of those straps, it was the only flaw in the design, but there was really no way around them, "You'll just have to promise me that you'll be patient when I take them off and put them back on. In the meantime I'll try and get my paws on a rare twoleg substance called velcro. Actually..."
Creeksong glanced up at the sky, trying to judge the weather and the time. He looked thoughtful as he turned his attention back to Flutteringpaw, "... yeah, I think we can swing it. Want to go on a bit of an adventure?"
"No!" Flutteringpaw laughed, already stumbling to keep her blacklegs straight, but it would be worth the practice to get used to walking. It was a lot of pressure on her core and front legs, but she was learning that if she walked properly that the braces took a lot of that pressure off. It was just hard to get that motion without being able to feel it, only visually look back and see it. Leaning down to lick at her front paw and over to where two-leg place was she finally nodded, "Yeah, we can go, but if I need a break I mean it! I've never used my paws this much before, they ache all the time now that I'm able to go outside of camp."
She nuzzled into Creeksong's side, her coarse black fur rough against his, "Go ahead and lead the way."
