Kohaku fell to her hands and knees. It had been to much chakra use. She had learned how to use the summon, but could not bring her chakra to mold in the proper functional way as to incomplete summon the stomach alone of the cat. She had tried using a different set of hand seals, but it had not worked, and instead, she had summoned random things such as claws of cats and such, not the stomach of one of the huge cats, one of the warriors. That was what she was looking for, not the claw, not the eyes. She no doubt was summoning the remains of dead warriors, but was not summoning the immortal stomach. That was one of the more powerful summons of the cats.
Kohaku stood back up. She was not going to give up. She knew the hand seals, but at the same time, did not know the correct way to seal and mold her chakra, nor which seal type to use. She was not trusting herself to use a seal sprung from her hands, made straight from her chakra, for the fear that she might rip the stomach or another part of a living cat out by using the summon without a direct source, and thus kill a warrior cat, from the Neko dimension. Thus Kohaku had prepared thirteen scrolls, each containing a scroll that was different then all the others, each with a possible summon contract with the immortal Neko stomach summon.
Kohaku layed the next scroll down, on top of the seven scrolls which all looked as though they had either been ripped of through the wash to many times. Sweat dripped onto the opening scroll. It seemed impossible to just summon an organ of a cat, but she had seen it been done by her father, and had always wanted to be able to summon such an abstract thing. Kohaku got ready again, clamping her hands together as if praying to fray her chakra again, trying the 8th attempt at summoning the summon, her chakra exhausted from the previous failed attempts in which she had exerted at least three times as much chakra needed, to ensure that she was not missing anything with each scroll, covering every inch of the activating paper. She had gotten three incomplete activations. Three times had the paper exploded into white smoke, but when it cleared, another part of the Neko warriors had been in place of the expected huge and growing stomach.
She was ready again. Kohaku's chakra blazed high once more. She would try her best, and once again, exert all the chakra she could before the scroll would be filled, and thus not hold any more. Kohaku began the elongated string of hand seals. They continued until she reached the monkey seal. Within an instant, Kohaku slammed her fist against the paper of the scroll. Almost at once, the writing began to glow before once again becoming its usual black. Kohaku kept her hand there for another minute, her face turning gray. Then the paper began to crumble as her lightening element chakra was injected. It was another fail.
Kohaku knew that she only had enough chakra for another sealing process before she would have to use her new jutsu to go home, using her cat transportation technique. Standing, Kohaku put her hands on her knees, looking over the scrolls. They were all forged from a clan jutsu sealing guide, one that should be valid, however, her father had taught her that summoning was very subjective, and no one else could create quite the right seal to summon from. Then the light bulb went off in Kohaku's head. Almost in that instant, Kohaku bent down, falling to her knees once again, her hands thrown together to create another seal. She was sure this should work, hopefully in a positive way, and one that would not be detrimental in any way to either her, nor any cat summon.
Kohaku's hands continued to swing in and out of their complicated and quick interlocking until Kohaku reached the tiger hand seal. It was complete. Kohaku then slammed her hands to the ground. Nothing seemed to happen, until a second later. Kohaku kept emitting chakra. The land scape began to fade its natural color, and in a ring from around her, a pink sticky substance began to crawl forward. Kohaku's eyes became wide, she had cast the jutsu. The pink essence began to solidify until it was seen as the inside of a mouth. The small encampment of trees she was in began to also change to match the pink color, until, after six seconds of awe, Kohaku was surrounded in a huge pink stomach, the one the jutsu called for. It was a success.
Subject: Nekoguchi Shibari - Feline Mouth Binding (training) 
