Why am I feeling funny?

Greyfeather growled, she didn't feel so well today but always hungry, the she-cat padded to the fresh-kill pile and grabbed a magpie padding to the more clear area she plopped down and began eating.

Greypaw flicked an ear, padding proudly into camp with a humongous frog. She dropped it on the pile, oddly happy today. She picked up a small frog, and began to eat. "Hey Greyfeather!" Greypaw meowed happily.

Greyfeather raised her head and looked to the apprentice not bothering to get up "Hey" she meowed, licking her lips and wanting another frog, she hadn't known what suprise would be coming.

"You can have mine." Greypaw meowed, no longer hungry. Her mind was set on someone she had met.

"Oh, ok" she meowed forcing herself to her paws, her stomach strangly large even though she barley met, she was unusually calm and fragile.

"Are you...?" Greypaw meowed, venturing off.

"What?" she asked unsure of what Greypaw was going at.

At the sound of Greyfeather and Greypaw's voice, Shadowstar poked her head out of her den to watch the two converse. She had just been thinking over what was needed for the clan until she decided that she needed to take a little break. Padding out of her nest, she stopped next to Greyfeather. "Greetings, you two," She mewed.

Greyfeather nodded sitting infront of Greypaw "Good morning, Shadowstar" she seemed pleasent she was like a whole diffrent cat.

"One day I'll have some!" Greypaw meowed.

"What are you talking about? Greypaw" she asked.

"I already-" she broke off quickly. "Nevermind."

"Tell me" she smiled and ruffled up her fur.

"I already know who I like." she said simply.

"Oh, my little kit is in love" she purred.