Chozi barely noticed the small rustle of grass until it was too late. While he wasn't all that big himself, he was larger than the average cheetah. The sudden, unexpected forced against him was jarring, forcing the breath from his lungs. Fortunately, having young children prepared the cheeton for these sorts of things.
He hadn't quite expected them outside of his home, and so his fall was immanent and immediate. It took him a moment, stunned from the attack that pushed the breath suddenly from his lungs. It took him a moment to regain himself, brow furrowed as he sucked air back in and looking for whatever had so boldly attacked him.
His eyes, of course, landed on the purple cheetah.