The puppeteer and the storyteller

[Aolani]

The Dark forest tom's green eyes shown in the void behind his target. This was sure to be interesting, considering who he was about to talk to. They supplied entertainment through stories, while Gingerbite's version of fun was different.

Before the Fishclanner spotted him, he needed to set up a fake scene. Fog seemed to curl around him as the environment shifted, hiding him so he could observe a bit more.

The image he conjured was Riverclan camp. There were some cats, but it appeared most were out hunting or doing border patrols, for Gingerbite didn't actually know many riverclanners and didn't want it to seem fake.

As his prompt goes, the illusion's ground started rumbling. Cracks began to split the earth and some cats fell until one cracked underneath the visitor. Gingerbite smirked. Most cats would be absolutely terrified in this situation. It would be priceless.

The scene turned black as the cat fell. The cat would come to a stop as they hit the "ground." Everything would light up to reveal the true dark forest.

Gingerbite twisted around trees toward to the victim. It was his chance to get revenge on Riverclan while having some fun. He would grin wildly if he wasn't trying to act concerned.

The tom stared at the living cat. "Are you okay? I saw the situation." He asked insincerely, though he concealed his real emotions easily. He had seen the illusion and had loved it. "I'm Gingerbite."

[ @Dolomedes ]