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[reviveinjuryandwellness]

How to Use Lumbar Support to Relieve Low Back Pain & Lower Back Tension 

In this video, Dr. Bo, a chiropractor with Revive Injury & Wellness in West Linn, Oregon Demonstrates How to Use Lumbar Support to Relieve Low Back Pain & Lower Back Tension

[swampclanclangen]

Month 5 - Greenleaf

Out of all his clanmates, Shinepelt can say with confidence that he knew the least about Dawnfrost. The introverted tom typically only talked to Paletail and Strikestar, occasionally Fennelpelt when the other two warriors couldn’t be found. So to say he was surprised when Dawnfrost agreed to come with him to look for herbs was an understatement.

Shinepelt glances over to the warrior padding next to him, watching the way his eyes darted around. Warriors always seemed to be doing that.

“So why did you decide to come along with me?” He can’t help but ask. “You’re usually having a little training session with Paletail at this time of day.”

“He said he had something important to do, but that he’d make it up to me.” Dawnfrost replies.

“That’s odd.”

“Yea, but I’ve learned not to question him when he does random things. It just leads to a headache and me being dragged into it.” Dawnfrost’s voice was annoyed, but Shinepelt could see the fond way his nose wrinkled.

Shinepelt lets them go back to a slightly tense, but companionable silence. Raising his head, he sniffs at the air. When he could only smell the damp earth around them, he opened his mouth, letting everything drift to the sensors on the roof of his mouth. A sweet, minty smell invades his senses. Jackpot. Shinepelt speeds up to a trot, being careful to hop over the puddles littering the ground. Finally, he sees the intricately swirled leaves of mullein.

“Perfect.” He murmurs to himself. Shinepelt walks up to the tall plant and immediately gets to work. Dropping to the ground, he makes quick work of cutting the leaves and flowers off at the base. Pulling back, he drops the first mouthful on the ground, then ducks down to retrieve any fallen leaves.

“So… what kind of herb is this?” Dawnfrost asks, leaning down to sniff the pile at Shinepelt’s paws. “Smells like catmint.”

“It’s called mullein.” Shinepelt replies. “Good for coughs. I’ll be needing to store up on herbs like these with the coming leafbare.”

Shinepelt collects another mouthful. “And you're right about it smelling like catmint. New apprentices tend to get them mixed up, but they’re both needed so it's not necessarily a bad mistake. However, finding mullein instead of catmint can be a death sentence for a cat with greencough.

“As far as we know, catmint is the only cure for greencough. Nothing else seems to be strong enough. Oh, and don’t get me started on redcough and blackcough. They’re the worst possible scenarios. Barely survivable, if survival at all. Yellowcough can be bad too…” Shinepelt trails off, realizing that he’s been rambling on. He gives Dawnfrost an apologetic look, but finds the young warrior looking at him with rapt attention, a rare smile on his face.

“Go on. Tell me about yellowcough. I never realized there were so many kinds of illnesses.” Dawnfrost prompts, leaning forward.

Shinepelt smiles. The only other cat that encouraged his ramblings had been Lowback.

“So, yellowcough, while not as dangerous as the other coughs, can only be cured with lungwort…”

******

“You did a good job with Dawnfrost.”

Strikestar lifts her head, tail flicking in greeting to Shinepelt as he pads into the den, bundles of herbs in leaf sacs hanging from his back.

“He’s a very polite young tom.” The medicine cat says, reaching back and lifting the sacs from his back. He lays them in front of Strikestar.

“He did that all on his own. I just helped with the small things like climbing and hunting.” Strikestar replies. She reaches forward and opens the bundles, pulling out different herbs and setting them into piles.

Shinepelt purrs out a thank you, taking each pile and setting them in their designated spaces. Turning back to Strikestar, he settles himself next to her leg. He bends down and sniffs at the bandaging. The absence of sourness banishes a heavy weight he didn’t realize had been holding him down.

“So what’s the verdict, Doc? Do I get to leave soon?”

“What? You don’t enjoy being trapped in my cave of healing?” Shinepelt teases, nose wrinkling as he smiled.

“Listen Shinepelt, I love you, but if I have to chew up another poultice for you I think I’m going to lose my sense of taste.” Strikestar replies. “Why did you even insist on me staying here?”

“It’s more convenient for me, especially after what you did.” Shinepelt replies, making quick work of cutting through the web bandage and pushing it to the side.

“Oh, well I’m so sorry me breaking my leg is such an inconvenience for you.” Strikestar rolls her eyes, flicking the tom with her tail.

“You should be sorry. I can’t believe I actually have to do my job because of you.” Shinepelt smirks, batting her tail out of the way. Leaning to the side, he curls a paw around a pile of assorted herbs and pulls it close. He laps up the leaves and quickly chews, the bitter taste having long since stopped bothering him. Once satisfied with the consistency, he licks the poultice into Strikestar’s fur, focusing most on the worst part of the break.

Strikestar watches him in silence, occasionally wincing when he licks a little too hard. She didn’t quite understand how it all worked, or why it worked as well as it did, but gradually the dull ache fades away. Letting out a sigh, she rests her head on her paws.

“There we go. I’m going to leave the leg unbandaged to let it get some air for a little while. Try your best not to move it.” Shinepelt says, pushing himself to his paws. He pads to the small stream in the back of his den and crouches down. He laps up the water, effectively getting rid of the remaining herbs on his tongue.

“So…”

Strikestar turns her head to the tom, ear flicking. Shinepelt puts off continuing until he was sure his mouth was clean.

“Who’s the lucky tom?”

Strikestar freezes, her whole body tensed and ready to run. From what, she wasn’t sure. Wasn’t sure she could even run in the first place.

“What?” She finally says, ears back and tail tip flicking.

“Or she-cat. I’m not one to judge, for obvious reasons.” Shinepelt meows, giving Strikestar a raised brow. “Don’t try to lie to me. I can smell them on your fur. And,” Shinepelt says louder, cutting off Strikestar as she opens her mouth, “I can feel the stress you're putting on your break from walking.”

Shinepelt saunters back over, tail waving lazily in the air. He flops down in front of Strikestar, rolling onto his back and looking at his leader. He reaches out and boops her nose with his paw.

“Spill.”

Strikestar looks at him with narrowed eyes, ears lowering the longer they stare at each other. Shinepelt’s eyes remain wide open, reminding Strikestar of when he was just a bumbling kit chasing his littermates around camp. She wasn’t particularly surprised when he decided to become a medicine cat. Although, if you asked her, Strikestar would say his real path laid in being a mediator. The way he could easily wiggle information out of someone was fascinating to watch. Not to be on the receiving end though.

Strikestar sighs, deflating, ignoring Shinepelt’s celebratory shimmy. She gives the tom a look, conveying as best she can that she’s not exactly happy about it. Shinepelt merely gives her a smug smile.

“Fine. It’s Jayheart.”

Shinepelt gasps and rolls over, eyes shining. “Oh my stars, are you serious? Shardwillow’s gonna be so jealous. She’s been trying to get with him since she became a warrior.”

“Shardwillow’s not going to find out, and neither is anyone else in the clan.” Strikestar meows, eyes flashing in warning. She didn’t need her clanmates thinking she wasn’t fit to be their leader.

“Fluff down, I’m not going to tell anyone.” Shinepelt sits up, curling his tail over his paws. “Better be careful though. I don’t think kits will be very easy to hide.”

“We’re not exactly trying for kits, Shinepelt.” Strikestar says, face heating up. “We’ve only been meeting for a couple moons.”

“Bummer. I think the kits would look cute.” Shinepelt laughs at the indignant scoff from Strikestar.

“Never gonna happen.”

“Whatever you say, Strikestar.”

[ikmegraf]

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[canines-alter-creation]

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I'm curious ! Ours is a black void sometimes , but it's usually like . A small dome/enclosure type thing ..? S like a small clearing in a forest but also it's a holographic projection (sometimes . It's also completely real sometimes . It's very fluid in its existence)

Each of the main system and subsystems have different fronts that sit near each other/on top of each other! These fronts are all connected to the one on the main layer of the system but they appear different and interact with that differently. This is gonna be an insanely long post because We+ love to be very detailed with our explanations! If you *just* want to read about this subsystems front check the text underneath the second divider!

The main system has the most defined fronting room. The front part of it is like a spaceship, it has a lowback fronting chair for our winged friends to sit comfortably on it (especially because their previous host [currently hostless and figuring that out] had bird wings). The fronting chair and the panel in front of it is primarily where all "fronting" takes place, the actions, thoughts and behavior channel through there.

There is a series of screens and panelling much like the front room of Inside Out (but ours has looked like that significantly prior to that movie coming out). There are many screens showing our current surroundings, feelings and emotions, memory read outs, inner behaviors and places, etc.

There is a treehouse access door on the floor a few feet behind the chair. Very few alters use this door because it is very touchy and doesn't like to go where it's supposed to. There are also panels of the wall that can open to various places, including many subsystems.

Behind that is the comfort area, it has couches, beanbags and a bird perch in the corner (some alters, Like philza and grian have bird feet and need a perch to sit comfortably). There is also a spare wing harness (meant to keep stressed out avian alters from pulling their feathers out while front stuck) and a couple spare ipads for when front stuck alters do NOT want to be aware of whats going on in front.

the door out into the main area changes location occasionally, usually due to high stress. It's like the door into a recording studio and usually says something like "Fronting in progress" in flashing red, it may also sometimes say something like "Switching in progress" or "rest in progress"

The front of the subsystem above all the others, Elysium, is much blanker. It's located inside the far back of the church, behind the confession booth. it is a large expanse of white nothingness, almost foggy, possibly how one might see limbo, it contains just a single stone in the center, putting your hands on that will put you in charge of the main layer and by default, all of front. This will also sometimes transpose a holographic version of that alter into front room, just so that it is easier to acknowledge who is fronting.

This subsystem largely sits to the left of the main subsystem. Our fronting room is similar to a bedroom or a treehouse, it's very cozy, with fairy lights spread all over. Our "fronting screen" looks almost like a tumblr dashboard, where we're able to react and interact with things in the system and are also almost constantly aware of what's going on in front. (Elysium is heavily separated from the rest of the system and is frequently unaware of what's actually happening but we almost always know). Our front room is sort of like a room out of a VRchat world, very cozy, almost holographic in its unrealness.

The fronting room of the catacombs is an office, very messy and full of archaic writings and spiderwebs. This office is maintained by several TMA alters and is therefore rather messily put together and difficult to work with. It's also full of bug boxes. You know the ones? with the like,, dead bugs in the pins. Mostly moths and beetles. the Catacombs used to belong to a large collection of Alice and Wonderland creatures and the remnants of them are still there (the bugs, the drying flowers, the checkerboard floors).

Thee are a few other subsystems that I'm aware of, but i think i'll get in trouble for describing their fronts primarily due to them being unlogged in the main system, so :3 take that as you will.

[semitrack]

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[swampclanclangen]

Month 1 - Newleaf

“Do you really think this is a good idea?” Lowback asks, glancing over his shoulder. He meets the eyes of the kittypet behind them and quickly looks away. “What are we going to tell Strikestar?”

“Exactly what the kittypet told us. She wants to join and become a warrior.” Yarrowtuft replies, not taking her eyes off the path in front of them. She ducks under a low hanging fern, spotting the dip of the grotto up ahead.

“We’re almost there.” Yarrowtuft looks over her shoulder, giving the kittypet a stern look. “Stay close to us and don’t talk to anyone. Got it?”

“Got it!” The kittypet jumps forward, shouldering her way between the warriors. “Oh, I’m just so excited! I’ve always wanted to be a warrior!”

“You have to be accepted by Strikestar first and there’s no guarantee of that.” Yarrowtuft meows. She hops down into the grotto and pads down the path, leaving Lowback to make sure the kittypet didn’t fall off. Yarrowtuft pushes through the bush and stops, waiting for the others.

“Wow! This is amazing!” The kittypet exclaims as she comes through the bush. She looks around the camp in awe, eyes wide and mouth open.

Yarrowtuft watches the kittypet for a moment, feeling a slight warmth fill her chest. It reminded her of the way kits looked on their first day out of the nursery. The kittypet suddenly looks at her and the black mask around her face briefly flickers to a dark red. Yarrowtuft flinches and looks away.

“Yarrowtuft, you ok?” Lowback’s voice makes her look back up. The younger warrior had a knowing look on his face.

“Fine. Now come on.” Yarrowtuft turns and stalks towards Strikestar’s den. She pushes her head through the sparse lichen hanging down in the entrance, spotting Strikestar sorting out some rocks.

“Strikestar? We need you for something.” Yarrowtuft meows, gaining the leader’s attention.

“What is it?” Strikestar asks, standing and padding over to her deputy.

Yarrowtuft pulls her head out and gestures to the kittypet standing next to a seated Lowback. “We found a kittypet by the border. Says she wants to join.”

“A kittypet?” Strikestar’s brow furrows, looking at the big gray tabby. She approaches the kittypet, tail swaying easily behind her.

“Strikestar, this is -”

“Hyeridrizzle! It’s nice to meet you!” The kittypet steps forward, butting her head against Strikestar’s shoulder in greeting.

“Hyeridrizzle? You told us your name was just Hyeri.” Lowback says, eyes narrowing slightly.

“Well, if I’m going to be a warrior then I need a warrior name don’t I?” Hyeridrizzle says, smiling at the tom.

“That’s not how it works.” Lowback starts but is cut off by Strikestar.

“Nevermind that. What made you want to be a warrior?” She asks the kittypet, settling into a seated position.

“I’ve been watching the clan cats for moons and always dreamed of being able to join you guys.” Hyeridrizzle explains, gesturing with a paw around the camp. “I noticed you guys a lot closer than usual and decided now was my chance.”

“You do understand what being a clancat means right? It’s not going to be easy. You’ll have to hunt for your own food, fight, you might even die.” Strikestar says, voice serious and face stern. “I can’t in good conscience let you make this decision without telling you the risks.”

The bright and playful look on Hyeridrizzle’s face shifts into a somber expression. “I enjoyed being a kittypet, I won’t deny that, but I’ve always felt like I’ve been missing something. Something that I couldn’t gain from merely exploring my garden.”

Strikestar nods. She stands, puffing out her chest.

“Hyeridrizzle, do you promise to put your clan before yourself and honor the warrior code?” Strikestar asks.

“I promise.” Hyeridrizzle replies, holding her head high.

“Then I welcome you as a warrior of Swampclan.”

“Thank you, Strikestar.” Hyeridrizzle dips her head to the older cat. She lifts it back up after a few heartbeats.

Strikestar nods before turning around and disappearing back into her den, making the lichen swish.

“Would you like us to introduce you to the others?” Lowback asks, looking at Yarrowtuft for confirmation that she wanted to help.

Yarrowtuft nods and steps forward. “The others can look scary at first, but they’re really kind.”

“I’d love that, thank you.” Hyeridrizzle says, smiling at the warriors. She looks around the camp, spotting only a few cats in the clearing.

“Well you already know Strikestar, our leader, and Yarrowtuft and I. Yarrowtuft is our deputy, which basically means she’s in charge when Strikestar can’t be.” Lowback says.

“What are you?” Hyeridrizzle asks.

“Hm? Oh, I’m just a regular warrior.” Lowback replies. “Now come on, let’s go see Shinepelt. He’s our medicine cat.”

Hyeridrizzle follows after the young tom, eyeing the small cave next to the entrance. A small white and black cat was spread out in front of it, head on his paws.

“Hey Shinepelt!” Lowback quickened his pace and stopped next to Shinepelt, putting his paws on his shoulders and shaking the medicine cat.

Shinepelt jerks away, rolling onto his back to get away from Lowback. He gives the warrior an annoyed look. “Rude.”

“We have someone to introduce.” Lowback flicks his tail behind him, pointing to Hyeridrizzle and Yarrowtuft as they come up. “This is Hyeridrizzle. She’s a new warrior.”

Shinepelt rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself up. He smiles at the older warrior. “Nice to meet you, I’m Shinepelt.”

“Nice to meet you too.” Hyeridrizzle dips her head.

“A head dip? That’s a first.” Shinepelt turns to Lowback. “You should try that sometime. Might make me like you more.”

“You love me.” Lowback smirks, lowering his head to Shinepelt’s height. The smaller tom leans forward and presses his muzzle against the warrior’s cheek.

“That’s up for debate.” Shinepelt pulls back. “Now go along, I got work to do.”

“Must be so tiring to lay around in the sun.” Lowback teases, but pulls away.

“Mouse-brain. I’ll come see you later.” Shinepelt purrs. He turns away and trots into his den, but not before flicking Lowback with the tip of his tail.

“Alright, come on casanova. We don’t have all day.” Yarrowtuft says, rolling her eyes fondly at the two.

Lowback chuckles and takes the lead. He pads across the clearing to the rest of his lounging clanmates.

“Hey Lowback!” Palepaw calls, waving his paw in the air.

“Hey guys. We want to introduce you to someone.” Lowback sits down, gesturing to the she-cats settling down beside him. “This is Hyeridrizzle. She’s a new warrior.”

“Hello!” Hyeridrizzle meows, dipping her head in greeting.

“Are you from one of the other clans?” Palepaw asks, tilting his head in confusion. “I’ve never seen you before.”

“No, I was a kittypet. I decided it wasn’t for me though, so I asked Strikestar if I could join.” Hyeridrizzle explains.

“And she said yes?”

“Well I wouldn’t be here if she said no.” Hyeridrizzle says, smiling.

“Oh, right.” Palepaw says sheepishly, scuffing his paw in the dirt.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Fennelpelt speaks up from his spot next to Palepaw. “I’m Fennelpelt.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

“Where’s Dawnpaw?” Yarrowtuft asks, looking around. She spots a small brown flash before Dawnpaw appears in front of Hyeridrizzle, a clump of yellow flowers in his jaws. The apprentice sets them down at the older warrior’s paws.

“These are for you. As a welcome gift.” Dawnpaw meows, shyly ducking his head.

“Thank you, Dawnpaw I presume.” Dawnpaw nods. “They’re lovely.” Hyeridrizzle leans down and grabs the flowers.

“And that is everyone.” Lowback says, looking over at Yarrowtuft. “I think we’re going to continue our patrol. I’ve noticed the prey pile looking pretty skimpy. Unacceptable this far into newleaf.”

“You just want an excuse to run around.” Yarrowtuft says, but pushes to her feet. She stretches out and starts walking to the camp entrance. “Well, let’s go before it gets dark out.”

Lowback hops to his feet, flicking his tail in goodbye, and quickly follows after Yarrowtuft. The two warriors make their way out of the camp and into the forest of their territory.

“Where do you want to hunt first?” Yarrowtuft asks, matching Lowback’s steady pace.

“I thought you said we were just running around.” Lowback meows, shooting Yarrowtuft a teasing look. He quickened his pace, jumping over a log. Lowback pulls ahead, laughing in glee. He had missed being able to just run like he did back in Patchouliclan. He finally skids to a stop in a clearing, watching in satisfaction as Yarrowtuft bursts through the undergrowth.

“You’re still the slowpoke you were in Patchouliclan.” He meows smugly.

“You have longer legs than me.” Yarrowtuft pants, tail dragging along the ground.

“Excuses, excuses.” Lowback scans the clearing, ears pricked. A faint crackling noise catches his attention. “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Yarrowtuft looks where Lowback is, ears flicking around. She pads forward, eyes squinting to see if she could spot what was making the noise. Orange peeks through the leaves, growing closer.

“Fire. Fire!” Lowback grabs Yarrowtuft’s tail and yanks her back. Just as he did, flames shoot out from the undergrowth, licking greedily at the grass. Lowback flinches away from the heat, pulling Yarrowtuft further away.

“Lowback, run!” Yarrowtuft exclaims, pushing at the younger warrior’s chest.

“You first. I’m faster, I can get away.” Lowback shoves Yarrowtuft forward.

Yarrowtuft leaps away, paws hitting the ground just at the edge of the clearing. A pained yowl makes her stop, turning back around. Lowback was stumbling away from the fire, holding his injured back paw off the ground.

“Lowback!” Yarrowtuft moves to go to him.

“No! I’m fine, you go.” Lowback stumbles forward, hissing in pain. When Yarrowtuft doesn’t move he lets out a low growl. “Run!”

Yarrowtuft springs into action, paws hitting the ground in rapid succession. Fear fills her chest as the heat and roar of the fire draw closer. A sense of dread follows when she realizes she can’t hear a second set of pawsteps behind her. It felt like ages when Yarrowtuft finally stopped, the heat and crackling no longer there. She turns around, frantically scanning the underbrush, trying to find any chance of white or silver fur. Grief fills her heart as the minutes pass by. In one last ditch effort, Yarrowtuft takes a deep breath.

“Lowback!” Yarrowtuft waits for a reply, but, as she expected, none came. Finally, she turns, making her way back to camp, tail dragging a trail across the ground. The walk back was a daze, seeming to last for an eternity. She didn’t come back to her senses until the drop into the grotto stopped her. Yarrowtuft stares down into it, eyes dull. All the color from earlier seemed to have drained from the camp, leaving it washed out. Finally finding the energy to move again, she makes her way down the trail and through the bushes.

“Yarrowtuft?” Shinepelt appears in front of Yarrowtuft, startling the deputy. “Are you alright?”

“I…” Yarrowtuft trails off. “I need to talk to Strikestar.”

“She’s in her den. Where’s Lowback?” Shinepelt asks quickly, not taking a breath between sentences.

Yarrowtuft pads away without answering. She pushes through the lichen covering the entrance and pauses. How was she going to tell Strikestar this?

“Yarrowtuft?”

“Lowback’s dead.”

“What? Yarrowtuft what do you mean?” Strikestar hurries forward, staring down at her deputy in surprise. “What happened?”

“There was a fire. He…he didn’t make it out.” Yarrowtuft drops onto her haunches with a sigh. “What are we going to tell Shinepelt?”

Strikestar frowns, looking outside the den to the anxiously waiting tom across the clearing. “You let me deal with that. For now, go rest.”

Yarrowtuft nods. She heaves herself up and follows Strikestar out of the den. Yarrowtuft slowly makes her way to the warrior’s den. Just as she’s about to go in, an anguished wail echoes around the clearing. A fresh stab of grief hits her heart. Yarrowtuft pushes into the den and collapses in her nest. She covers her ears with her paws to block out the cries coming from outside and closes her eyes.

******

Shinepelt sorts through his storage of herbs, ears pricked to hear the singing of birds outside the den. He raises his head, eyes squinting at the light shining through the entrance. It had been a couple of weeks since Lowback passed. Shinepelt refused to leave his den, instead opting to stay in the dark of his cave. Focusing back on the herbs before him, he notices how the moss crinkled and broke apart in his paw. Sighing, Shinepelt pushes himself to his feet. He couldn’t let grief stop him from his duties as a medicine cat.

He steps out of his den, ignoring the way the light hurt his eyes. Shinepelt scans the clearing, still expecting to see the white and silver pelt of Lowback amongst his clanmates. Instead, he’s greeted with the sight of a dark gray tabby walking up to him. He raises his head, eyes narrowing as he tries to recall the newcomer’s name.

“Hyeridrizzle, right?” Shinepelt asks.

“Yea. Do you need any help?” The she-cat asks, eyes gentle, but not pitying. Shinepelt appreciated that.

“Yes, actually. Do you mind coming with me to find more moss? Mine has become old.” Shinepelt replies.

“Of course. I’m ready when you are.”

“Let’s go, then.” Shinepelt walks away, heading to the camp entrance. Once out, he makes his way to the best moss patch he knows. Hyeridrizzle quietly follows behind him. After a few minutes of walking, Shinepelt stops in front of a thoroughly picked-through moss patch.

“It looks like some other animals got here before we did. I’ll have to come back another time.” Shinepelt sighs.

“I’ll come with you when you do.” Hyeridrizzle says, stopping next to Shinepelt.

“Thank you, Hyeridrizzle.”

“No problem.”

******

Palepaw trots after Fennelpelt, tail swishing happily behind him.

“Did your old mentor ever teach you how to climb trees?” Fennelpelt asks, looking over his shoulder.

“He told me about it, but we never actually went out to climb.” Palepaw replies. He pulls up beside Fennelpelt. “Is that what we’re doing today?”

“Yep! Don’t worry, though, we’ll start off small. Just a little mangrove. They have lots of places to put your paws.” Fennelpelt stops, looking up at the mangrove in front of them.

Palepaw follows his gaze, eyes widening.

“Now what you want to do is-Palepaw!” Fennelpelt jumps forward to grab the apprentice but just misses him as he scampers up the tree.

Palepaw propels himself up, easily finding pawholds in the twisted bark of the tree. He hops to a branch, digging his claws in, and looks out over the territory.

“Everything looks so small from up here. I can almost see camp!” Palepaw exclaims, stretching up on his tiptoes.

“Careful Palepaw! It’s dangerous up there.” Fennelpelt calls from below, voice slightly exacerbated.

“It’s not that ba-ah!” Palepaw scrambles to the trunk, fear striking his chest as he looks down. Fennelpelt was small under him. Everything was small under him. “H-How do I get down?” “If you had waited. I would have told you  before you went up there.” Fennelpelt says, sitting down.

“Well can’t you tell me now?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know. Might let you figure it out.”

“Fennelpelt, please! I’m gonna fall.” Palepaw digs his claws deeper into the bark.

“You’re not going to fall.” Fennelpelt rolls his eyes. “Just come down the same way you went up.”

“How do I do that?”

“Face the tree and slowly lower yourself down. I’ll be right here to catch you if you fall.” Fennelpelt stretches up on his hind legs and puts his front paws on the tree.

“You just said I wouldn’t fall!”

“I’ll make sure you fall if you don’t start making your way down.”

“Fine! I’m coming.” Palepaw pushes himself away from the trunk, looking down.

“Don’t look down. That’ll make it worse.”

Palepaw turns his attention back to the tree. Slowly, he lowers himself down, taking extra care to put his paws in each crevice he could. After a few moments, he looks down. Relief fills his chest when Fennelpelt comes into view just under him. Suddenly, a mischievous idea comes to mind.

“Don’t you dare.” Fennelpelt says, eyes narrowing.

“I didn’t do anything.” Palepaw says, looking away. He pulls one of his paws out of a crevice.

“But you want to do it.”

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” Palepaw pulls another paw out. He starts to tip backwards.

“Palepaw!” Fennelpelt gasps as a heavy body hits him, bringing him to sprawl on the ground. Laughter erupts above him and he can’t help the grin from coming across his face.

“Palepaw.”

“Yes?”

“One.”

“One? What do you mean by one?”

“Two.”

“Wait. Fennelpelt, no.” Palepaw jumps to his feet, slowly backing away. He watches Fennelpelt climb to his paws and turn to him. “There I got off. Everything’s fine.”

“Three.” Fennelpelt lunges forward.

Palepaw yowls and scrambles away, Fennelpelt quick to follow him, laughing.

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Authors Note

Lowback quickly became one of my favorite cats and I find it very cruel that I could only have him for two moons. He died so young too, he had so much potential left

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I need someone to just...carefully pry apart each piece of my spine and just clean the grit or something I swear. Every time I end up with growing lowback pain I swear it feels like I just need to clean the parts. Wash between the bones. Stretching out piece by piece before putting it back together.

Why can't humans do spinal maintenance like that? Why can't I just have someone knock me out and clean the bones and oil them up so they stop grinding against each other? Like fuck. It really does feel like I just need a rotation or oil change or something to smooth it all out!

Instead it just hurts. And then my range of movement drops.

Fuck degenerating disc's, man. Ugh.