･ﾟ ✦ ° why do love and hate sound just the same to me - So much had happened. So much that Oakridge was still working on processing it all. He hadn't thought that the bear would be a scourge as long as it had been, considering that upon his return home a few moons ago, the bear had been terrorizing DarkClan and ShadowClan. Now, just gone the turn of leaf fall, the bear was only just dealt with, and on the heels of that tragedy followed Tigerflame and Hawkmasks' involvement, then Tigerflame's betrayal and exile, and now they had to brace for leafbare with the knowledge that Tigerflame had murdered an innocent ThunderClanner in an attempt to stir up trouble right before the lands went barren. It was quite frankly, ridiculous.
In all honesty - an honesty he would only share with a select two cats in his life - Oakridge had never truly trusted Tigerflame. The blue rosette tom liked to believe in the inherent kindness in everyone, liked to give everyone the benefit of the doubt and however many chances they needed to prove themselves. But there had always been this aura around Tigerflame that just screamed at Oakridge that this tom was beyond whatever chances could be given. And he felt bad for Eaglestar most of all, because their leader had put so much more than faith in Tigerflame's character, and now she was left to face this situation on her own with kits that Tigerflame had helped bear.
It was a disgusting tragedy and Oakridge needed time to process it all. Away from prying eyes so his Clanmates couldn't see him crumble and struggle. He always presented himself in a calm, patient demeanor, and it wasn't a lie by any chance, but it was a fur he could not always wear. Sometimes even Oakridge needed to just take a few minutes and fall apart. Sticking his head into the warriors' den, hoping to find Nightblaze, Oakridge would call out her name softly, aware that the sun was setting and a good batch of warriors were already bedding down for the night. "Nightblaze? Are you in here?"