private THERE'S NO COMFORT IN THE TRUTH — orangeblossom

He finds the deputy by the riverside, having thought to look around for her there after the berry incident. Slate had not pursued Orangeblossom immediately, instead concluding the patrol with Cherrypaw and sending her back to camp before ducking away to seek the red-and-white she-cat out. She had cooly dismissed herself after having her nose smeared with blackberry juice and while Slate found the very image amusing, he knew that Ora did not take it the same way. While Slate had debated on letting her deal with it on her own, in a rare instance, he decided to actually check up on her and see how she was faring.

"Hey," The lead warrior greets, his eyes gathering the sight of the long-furred molly and pushing forth despite the twinge that disturbs his gut. He shouldn't feel so strange approaching her; it was only Ora. They had known each other for so long and even if the dynamic between them had shifted so much over the seasons, she still remained one of the very few cats Slate was actually comfortable around.

"Looks like you washed it out." He peers closely toward the bridge of her nose, before adding, "... Most of it, anyway." Slate could have sworn that there was still some dark spotting lodged under her fur, but his remark could also be interpreted as playful teasing either way. It's his means of breaking the tension in the air, though what he fails to realize is that joking is not always a suitable substitute for sincerity in times like this.

// @orangeblossom