Don't make it easy (Open)

Sucking in a deep breath of cold, crisp Leaf-bare air, Windchill couldn't help but smile lightly. The young cloud coloured she-cat was padding through the the forests south of Mount Talon, hunting as she had been doing all afternoon. Snow fell lightly from the overcast sky, but the little flakes didn't bother Windchill, nor did they dampen her spirits. In the branches above her, winter birds chirped to each other, fluttering through the bare treetops. Windchill sighed, her breath fogging out into the air. For her, the day couldn't be any brighter. And that was odd. For many seasons earlier, around this same time, Stonepaw had been snatched away by an eagle. But Windchill no longer mourned and grieved her brother's death; she just missed him, wishing that she could have spent more time with him...
She was shaken from her thoughts when the wind suddenly changed directions, and a voice reached her ears.

"W-who's there?

Judging by the scent and sound, Windchill guessed that Batgaze was out on a solo patrol that day as well. He sounded paranoid, which was a little odd, but this provided an interesting opportunity for her. Windchill's face split into an evil grin, and she immediately dropped into a crouch, sneaking quietly through the snow until the dark warrior's pelt came into view. Windchill rocked on her haunches for a moment before bunching her muscles, and jumping. She exploded out of the bushes, shouting "BOO!" as she landed behind Batgaze, snow flying up around her.

Straightening up from her landing crouch and shaking some of the snow off her cloudy grey pelt, Windchill plopped down with a cheeky grin. "Hey Batgaze!" She watched as the tom-cat's bristled fur flattened, and he relaxed. Windchill was glad she hadn't startled him too badly; otherwise, he might've attacked her without realizing she was a friendly.

"Was I too easy?"

As soon as Windchill launched herself at the black tom, she knew her attack wouldn't hit. Batgaze had seen it coming, obviously, so it was clear she needed to be quicker. Speed was sadly not her strong-point, but Windchill didn't need that so much as tactics. So she prepared herself for the landing, ready to retaliate quickly.

When her forepaws hit the ground, the light grey she-cat sunk her claws into the snowy earth beneath her, using it as an anchor as she spun her body around to face Batgaze again. His quip didn't faze her, as she was already using her legs to propel herself forward at the tom again.

This time her aim was true. Windchill barreled into the tom's side with significant force, though not quite enough to tip him over. But she hoped at least that the hit would throw him off balance. She swiped a sheathed paw across his flank and then whirled away as quickly as she could, crouching low and lashing her tail, eyes bright and narrowed challengingly. "Was that quick enough for you?" She called across to him, smirking. Batgaze was a strong tom, and clever. He would make an excellent sparring partner.