I'm expecting? (Open :3)

    Shadestrike padded silently through camp, nose twitching at the stale scent of the pitiful fresh-kill pile. He had just returned from the short hunting trip with a few clanmates and only he had been successful in catching a scrawny bird, it's bones protruding abnormally from it's wings and back. At least it was fresh-kill. Making his way over to the pile he spotted Snowbird and dipped his head in greeting. Quickly and gently tossing his bird onto the pile he made his way over to the she-cat. Noticing her rounder form he quirked a non-existent eyebrow.
    "Hello Snowbird." He meowed kindly, nuzzling the she-cat's cheek. He was unsure of asking the question that pecked at his mind but his curiosity took over. "Excuse my boldness but have you been sneaking extra fresh-kill? You seem...plumper." He seemed like he was being too nosey.

    "How was hunting today?" Shadestrike purred as Snowbird ask the question. His ears twitched happily as he heard his clanmates bustle around him.  "Not great. I only caught a bird. The rest of the patrol was less fortunate." He sighed, flicking his tail to indicate the petite pile of fresh-kill behind him. The pile had been too small for too long. Still the question of how every other cat seemed to be thinner and then there was Snowbird, much larger than the majority of the clan, racked the back of his head like rumbling thunder.  There must be a reason why...
    "How about yourself?" Shadestrike questioned, raising his head from resting on Snowbird's form, trying not to look terribly troubled by the clan's lack of prey.