[ti]Private[/ti]A Worthy Opponent

[Meow]

Pantherleap's black form parted the vibrant grass as she jogged through the fields, her chest rising and falling with her deep, even breaths. Pantherleap loved training on days like this- the sun was high in the sky, but a gentle breeze blew through the grass and her fur, making for comfortable temperatures and no chance of her needing to worry about the heat sapping her energy. The she-cat took in a deeper breath as she quickened her pace, now in a flat-out run as her heavy paws pounded against the earth, her orange eyes focused on the empty fields ahead. Nothing like a nice run to get her heart pounding before training.

Miss Tactical

[Miss Tactical]

Orange eyes watched from the tall grass as the she-cat ran past him. His lip drew into a light snarl as he watched her run by. She did this often, she was athletic like he was, it was something that drew him out today. A worthy opponent. Someone who respected athleticism like he did. He waited until she ran by him, he counted to three in his head, before pushing himself upward and launching himself at full speed. His large paws thumped against the ground sending up dust clouds as he ran, it didn't take the tom long to reach Pantherleaps side, a smirk on his face as he started to pull ahead ever so slightly. "GOTTA BE FASTER THAN THAT!" He turned his head to face her briefly a smirk in his yellow-orange eyes. He could feel his muscles burning, that burn that many warriors avoided but a burn that just made his adrenaline rush through his blood. Adrenaline was something he fed off of.

Shadowstorm reached the top of a large hill before digging his paws into the ground. Shadowstorm normally had high expectations and wasn't easily impressed, but Pantherleap had caught his attention. It was someone to train with, someone whom he could enhance his battle moves with, and of course get better overall. He gave his chest a quick lick which had a fresh pink scar from when he was at the boar fight a moon ago. He had gotten it good, if his skills had only been better...no...his skills were fine but lacked tactical strategy....needless to say there were still things he needed to work on. "Not....Many....runasfasst.....as you...." he mewed between panted breaths. He had to admit he killed a lot of energy trying to out run the warrioress he may have met his match.

[Meow]

Pantherleap loved running- she wasn't the fastest cat alive, but her strong, muscular build meant that she was made for endurance. Pantherleap could run for hours, if she ever had that kind of time. The she-cat closed her eyes for a moment as she listened to the blood pounding in her ears, and felt the strength in her legs as she shot across the field. The she-cat hadn't given any indication that she'd noticed the other warrior as she passed him, rather absorbed in her little exercise.

It wasn't until she opened her eyes that she paid attention to the tom, her yellow gaze turning towards him as he began to overtake her. Her ears pulled back as he fully passed her and voiced his challenge, and the she-cat let out a snort as her pace immediately quickened. She was  hot on his tail as she began to close the small gap that had opened up between them. An unexpected visitor... but a very welcome one. Few cats ever joined in on Pantherleap's training sessions, and none managed to keep up with her for long. Today, it was Shadowstorm who challenged her, a warrior she'd had her eyes on for a while.

Perhaps she would have a worthy opponent today.

Pantherleap skidded to a halt next to Shadowgaze as they reached the top of a hill, ending their little race in a tie. The she-cat gave a quiet snort as she turned to look at the other warrior, her breaths fast but even. She raised a kittybrow at his statement, watching him as he licked his chest. "Not many have the discipline to run for sport," Pantherleap replied evenly. "I thought I was the only one. Maybe I'd underestimated you, Shadowstorm." The she-cat cocked her head to the side slightly, her gaze narrowing at the other warrior. Like her companion, she wasn't easily impressed... but he'd given her quite a challenge. A challenge that had been pretty hard on him. One edge of her mouth pulled up in a slight smirk as she took notice of how winded he was. "Of course, I'd hope you have more than speed on your side if you've dared to come train with me... unless that little run was too much for you?"

[Miss Tactical]

Shadowstorm flexed he supposed he would take that as a compliment. She was right, not many did have the discipline to run for sport, and not many could impress Shadowstorm either. In fact he didn't think highly of a few of his clan mates. It's not that they didn't have a good heart, or weren't skilled as a warrior, but they just didn't have the determination or heart to train so rigorously and it was that harsh training that would keep him feeling young, and it was that rough training that would keep him in line when a large battle occured. It wasn't a matter of if...it was a matter of when. It was notable that tension was rising in the forest with all the pressure from the rogues, and he wouldn't let MothClan become a victim of such things.


. "Of course, I'd hope you have more than speed on your side if you've dared to come train with me... unless that little run was too much for you?" Shadowstorm smirked. Sure he was tired, he was more of a strong fighter than a runner but he wasn't about to let the playful mockings of Pantherleap slow him down. His tail lashed back and forth in a playful manner and his lip curled into a snarl, a growl forming in his throat. "Oh please Pantherleap I'm just getting started. That was just a warm up." Sure he was tired, but the burning sensation his muscles that he felt while training was enough to push him until he couldn't fight anymore. It was that strength that kept him going.

Shadowstorm looked at the she-cat sizing up his opponent, he unsheathed his claws digging them into the ground. Surely if he trained just a BIT harder he wouldn't have gotten as hurt as he did in the boar fight. Shadowstorm was more than recovered now and was willing to show that off. He sheathed his claws after figuring out how he wanted to attach, the tom lunged forward with speed hoping to get under the she-cats paws. Let the training begin, perhaps she would be worth his time, and he would have a new training partner to keep up with him.