Posts by Orchestra of Matrimony

Traits: I am a a scraggly furred she-cat with serene eyes and a large build. I panic at the littlest thing and flip out, but I am a very good judge of character.

History: I am a spirit cat, forced to walk the Earth and impart my wisdom upon other, troubled cats.

Relations: Currently, Carne Malainoa is the cat I follow.

The badger stumbled to the side, surprised by the anaconda's swiftness despite it's size. It quickly recovered, and swiped at the anaconda twice, unsure of where to strike in it's fury.
[color=orange]Tentatively, GingerPaw opened his eyes to see that the badger was now fighting a giant snake. Well, that's all I need to see. I'm not getting involved in this! He was as afraid of getting torn apart by a badger as he was being swallowed whole by a giant snake. He turned tail and ran after SaltPaw, who had AuroraKit squealing and swaying by the scruff. "We need to find a den, quickly."
[color=magenta]"How'd you take care of the badger so quickly?" SaltPaw asked, astonished. "There's not a single scratch on you!"
[color=orange]"There's a big, huuuge snake fighting that badger right now. Like I said, quickly!"

The badger roared in defiance as the tail began to wrap around his leg. He lunged his head forward and bit at the tail, attempting to wrench it off. It wasn't a very smart badger, but it was strong and it was smart enough to know snakes tried to strangle.
[color=pink]As the badger roared in the distance, AuroraKit began to cry. "Make the monsters go away, mommy!"
[color=magenta]SaltPaw noticed a small hole in the base of a tree, and dove for it. As GingerPaw approached it, she shouted, "In here! Quick!"
[color=orange]GingerPaw fled into the hole, and turned as soon as he entered, claws unsheathed and teeth bared. They waited and listened to the animals that fought mere strides from their hollow tree.

The badger flinched as the snake, now invisible, disappeared from his sight. He sweeped his massive head left and right, trying to find the snake, when ivory fangs sank into it's leg. He fell to the ground, and as the snake coiled around it, it whimpered and struggled to break free. Am I dead now? It thought. Stupid long-prey. Why hunt me? I'm big, how am I not winning? I wasn't hunting long-prey. I was hunting grouping-cats. It's not my fault. I was hungry. His vision dimmed and slowly, his thrashing ceased.
[color=orange]"I think it's over. Be quiet, and maybe the snake will leave us alone." He continued to face the entrance to the den, ready to try and fight the snake, as SaltPaw tried to quiet AuroraKit.

[color=orange]Having barely survived their encounter with BloodClan cats, facing imminent death at the paws of the badger, and now being hunted by a giant anaconda, GingerPaw had become completely calmed from the fact that he would probably die. Who are we, really? Two apprentices and a kit, escaping the evil of BloodClan? He turned to SaltPaw and whispered, "Do you have any regrets?"
[color=magenta]SaltPaw immediately responded, whispering, "Of course I do. Everyone has regrets. What exactly do you mean?"
[color=orange]"Do you regret running away? Abandoning our clan? Fleeing our friends and family?"
[color=magenta]"... Yes."
[color=orange]GingerPaw looked back at the entrance of the den, fully considering the consequences and benefits of his plan. [i]It would give her a second chance, and AuroraKit would live a full life...

[font=times new roman] [color=pink]"Mommy! Make the mean monster go away!" AuroraKit screamed as the snake poked it's head through into the tree.
[color=orange]As AuroraKit squealed, GingerPaw charged right into the snake, clawing and biting as furiously and quickly as he could. He knew the odds weren't in his favor, even that there were no odds at all. He was going to loose, he was going to die, he was going to get eaten. But that wasn't his goal. "Run away, SaltPaw! Take AuroraKit somewhere else, somewhere away from here, but not back to ShadowClan!" He tore into the snake, abandoning all hopes of surviving.
[color=magenta]SaltPaw watched in horror as GingerPaw attacked the snake, and it was only from AuroraKit's cry that she shook out of her fear and, with the kit in her teeth, she snuck out and began to run away, as fast as she could, in another direction.

OOC: It could make the RP interesting if you did. Sad to see a cat get eaten on his first thread I'll leave the choice up to you though.

OOC: I remember when I first joined in a thread how there was a talking snake with a kit inside of it that was actually eaten often, it was weird.

[color=orange]Despite how he had felt before, he was filled with fear now. He had gotten all the sentimental-ness out of the way, and all that was left was a fearful apprentice. He squirmed and struggled and tried to break free, but soon his vision began to blur. The last thing he saw before he passed out was the head of the snake, opening to engulf GingerPaw.
[color=magenta]SaltPaw continued to run, regretting every single decision she and GingerPaw have made since they decided to escape from BloodClan. My best friend, my love interest... Who else will die because of our spite? Oh StarClan, what have I done? What have I done!? !?!?!?
She was breaking down, exhausted and depressed from all of her recent losses. She soon forgot what she was doing; The only thing she knew was that she was running away from something and she had a kit in her mouth, for it was the only thing that kept her moving and kept her alive. She was driven not by personal want, but by instinct to live.

The tom was out cold, but he was bleeding profoundly. He slowly opened an eye, and it wandered to the figure of the she-cat. Other then that, the tom made no movement.
[color=violet]Vengeance padded through the the forest, looking for cobwebs and anything else he could use to inflict pain upon the cat. Maybe I take some nettles and force him to eat them? Not seeds, but full grown nettles? That'd kill him, surely. Maybe if I take some of the TwoLeg's white rocks they put on their food, and shove that in his wounds? I know that hurts a lot. But where would I find that? He picked up some cobwebs, but hesitated in going back. I need to find something. What else could I use?

The tom managed to spit out a single word when he felt the she-cat trying to push the cobwebs into the wound: "Www.. Wwwwrrr... Rraapp..."
[color=violet]Finally, the cougar found something she could use to get information out of the rogue. Yarrow. It's not exactly what I had in mind, but maybe I could keep the cat crippled, and feed him yarrow until he can't throw up anymore. I wonder how that would feel? She picked some yarrow and, along with the cobwebs, began to trek back to where he left the tom bleeding out.

[font=times new roman] "Wrr... Wraaap... ARrrouh... Ouhnd..." He urged, twitching his injured foot.
[color=violet]The cougar could smell the blood in the air. She was close. She smelled another cat though, a she-cat. Oh for f***s sake, who's this? She began to sprint back to where she left the cat, growling all the same. [i]Finally, a cat I can kill. I'm sick and tired of torturing, at least this will be a small break.

OOC: Knock yourself out.

OOC: Exactly, it was so strange.

GingerPaw was still unconcious, now living in a dream. He had come fitfully close to death one too many times in the past few hours, and it was getting to him. His body had taken the opportunity given from being squeezed the living daylights out of to fall into a waking dream.
[color=pink]"Mommy? Where's daddy? Why didn't he run after he attacked the giant monster?" The kit was scared, tired, and worried all at once.
[color=magenta]SaltPaw didn't respond.

The tom noticed the coyote behind the she-cat, and tried to warn her. But he couldn't muster the strength to speak anymore, so instead he darted his eyes to the she-cat and back to the coyote. He could also hear the growling return of Vengeance, and hoped that he would either be saved or die. Either one was fine considering what the cougar would do to her.

GingerPaw woke up, wet and scared. He looked around and saw that he was still in the den, still alive, and still by the giant snake. He was still dazed, and so he asked the snake, "Am I dead? You've eaten me, haven't you? You've eaten me, and you choked on me and now we're both dead." He shook his fur and tried to remember what had happened. "You were squeezing me into submission, and now I'm awake and in my den." He didn't understand what had happened.

[color=violet]Roaring, Vengeance returned sprinting towards the tom. She lifted her claws and swiped one, two, three at the coyote mid-air. "DON'T YOU DARE KILL HIM, YOU SNIVELING PIPSQUEAK!" It had taken her moons to find the tom, and she wasn't about to let a hungry coyote take that away from her. I won't let a single thing stand in the way of me finding my Conscience, especially after I've come so far and lost so much! She'd find a way to deal with the she-cat later.

[color=orange]GingerPaw nodded, now completely understanding what was going on. The cat had eaten him, and then it spat him out. It was all misunderstanding.
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"Did you just talk to me?"

[font=times new roman] [color=violet]"What are you doing, little coyote? Why are you running away?" She roared as she chased after him. "You're not leaving so soon! I thought you wanted to take a bite out of my prisoner?" She pounced, aiming to land with all her might on the coyote. [i]I won't bother killing him; Too much slaughter is bad for the mind, or something. But I'm going to make sure he doesn't come back.

[color=violet]As the coyote struggled to break out from under her, she began to laugh. "When presented with an easy meal you lunge straight forward, not even thinking of why the cat was dying in the first place. But when things get tough, you run away? You, little, COWARD!" She reached down and bit into the cat's scruff, and began to walk back to where the tom and she-cat were. "You've bitten off more than you can chew, little guttersnipe. But I'm a nice gal, so I'm going to show you what happens to cats who cross me." If I had known I would have an audience, I would've prepared better. Good god, I've really snapped haven't I?

OOC: What's your guy's rules on serious injuries?

[font=times new roman] [color=orange]So this snake has a cat friend who taught him how to speak? And he ate me and, what, spat me back out again? The tom bristled and hissed, realizing, "Do you know what we've been through? We've been hunted, clawed, tortured, injured, drowned, depressed for days! BloodClan has taken over ThunderClan, don'tcha know, and we escaped with our lives! Me and SaltPaw, and AuroraKit!" His fury was now unbridled, knowing he was in the midst of a bully. "WE HAVE A KIT WITH US! HE'S TWO MOONS OLD! TWO!" He stormed past the snake, and tried to find the other cat's scent trail. "And now they're out there, alone, thinking I'm dead! How will they survive? I don't even know where to begin finding them!"