Ememeon is just a in her normal form at the moment, laying in a high branch of the boughs of an oak tree, her vertical pupils locked onto her target, claws outstretched, tail slightly twitching with anticipation. She heard the voice call out for the battle, causing her to cock her ears, which she then leaped down from the tree and looked to her opponet.
"I'm right here." Ememeon said, planting her paws firmly in the soft grass below her, going into an attack stance.