H A Z E L F A C E
A couple of days ago, Peachblossom had stopped her in her tracks as she was on her way out of camp to join a hunting patrol and dragged her into the medicine cat den. Hazelface had been perplexed because while the ginger molly had always been known for being abrupt and abrasive, she was rarely ever that way with her. She opened her mouth and shot off a dozen questions at once but the medicine cat didn’t pay her any mind as she prodded and sniffed at her. Then she fixed her with a stern stare and told her very bluntly,
“You’re pregnant.”
Flabbergasted, Hazelface’s blue-gray eyes blinked away her surprise. Then, her jaw locked in stubbornness when her mother-in-law fixed her with a “why didn’t you come to me?” kind of look. It wasn’t like she was trying to hide anything from Peachblossom, who had always been her biggest supporter, it was more like she didn’t want to admit it to herself yet that she was going to be a mother. It was a whole new chapter for her and for her new mate. To go from their initial rough footing, to coming to understand one another and then to where they were now, it felt very sudden.
So, she needed time to adjust to reality. Just a few days to wrap her head around a brand new change. Hazelface had never been a nervous or subdued personality- that was better suited for other cats, but tonight was different. She felt anxiety as she searched around for the tall healer to-be. When she found him, he was at the camp entrance with Peachblossom. It was then-and-there that she realized what tonight was- the night of the medicine cat meeting. As he looked around and their eyes met, she realized that she couldn’t hesitate anymore.
“Hey, Fig,” She greeted him, avoiding Peachblossom’s blatant stare when she walked up to the pair. “Do you have a second before you leave?”