Hi People! This is my first fanfiction, so I'd really like feedback on how to improve my writing. I hope you all enjoy!

Roseflower shook her head in disgust as she stared up into the sky. This was one of the few moments she had gotten outside the nursery. One of the few moments where she could relax in the night. So much celebration was going on that the whole Clan stayed up; unbelievable, they had won a battle against LightClan without the slightest scratch!

Some she-cats were taking the whole motto of LightClan much too seriously though. From what she had heard, the new and "perfect" warrior Flowerpool hadn't done much of anything at all. Of course, this came all from Hazelbreeze, one of the only cats not fooled by Flowerpool's sweet looks and honey-sickening voice.

"Hello, my sweet," said her mate, walking over to her. "Is everything all right?" He asked with concern.

"Yes, I'm just a bit… disturbed." she said as she struggled for the right words.

"Is it the kits?" Beamheart asked.

"No," she said ruefully.

"You know, you don't look very perfect when you sit like that." He told her.

"And who cares about that, now I ask you!" she spat. "Let Darling Flowerpool cover all the perfectness while the rest of us actually keep LightClan alive!"

"You do have to admit she's very pretty…" he started, and Roseflower whacked him with her tail. "Oh, right sorry," Beamheart said with a sheepish grin. When would toms stop being so foolish? She understood that in LightClan being perfect mattered, and that looking good was part of it. But why were all the cats forgetting to be graceful? Being skilled was another part of being a perfect cat.

She spent another moment and looked up all the stars. In the night sky, they were all perfect. They all shined just the same amount. But they also had use, that was what counted.

"Why do you think they'll look like that?" He asked, gently touching her stomach.

"Bristlefern said that there would probably be four." Roseflower purred. "One will be brown and white, just like you."

He purred back. "And one will be your gorgeous shade of russet."

"What will we name them?"

"How about Dapplekit?"

"No, Springkit, Maplekit, Seedkit, any of those?"

"And maybe a Larkkit?"

"I'd like that," Roseflower told him. Suddenly she felt another squirm in her stomach. And another. Panic was building up in her chest as the little kits continually kicked and kicked.

"Beamheart?" She meowed, quivering. "Get Bristlefern. Now."

"Maybe a Rosekit for you…" he mused.

"Beamheart! They're coming!" she yowled, voice full of panic.

Beamheart quickly ran through camp to the medicine cat den, where Bristlefern was sorting herbs and muttering to herself. He backed up a bit, not wanting to disturb her, but then ran in again.

"Yes, yes, what is it?" she asked, without looking up.

"Roseflower's kits are coming!"

"Now?!" The medicine cat raced towards the entrance of the cave. "It's much to soon! Where is she?"

"The rock," he answered frantically. "Please. Help her!" he begged as he followed the pale ginger cat out of her cave.

"What do you think I'm doing, poisoning her?" Bristlefrost asked crossly.

The medicine cat moved into where Roseflower was lying, and scanned the scene. Beamheart felt his chest leap for his mate. Please let her be ok, he thought desperately. Roseflower had never been particularly strong, or healthy. The upcoming kits had taken a bigger role on her than most would.

"Breezepaw, grab the raspberry leaves from my den, Branchpaw, get a sturdy stick that Roseflower can bite down on." The medicine cat instructed. Lavenderstripe came up and nuzzled his mate, while Beamheart pushed forward to get closer. Immediately, Lavenderstripe and Mistystorm held him back.

"What is the meaning of this?" He growled.

"Roseflower needs space," Lavenderstripe said gently. "Let us help." She went back to help his mate, while Mistystorm guided him away, then left him to help the kitting queen also.

He looked around the camp in a bit of annoyance. Some of the cats hadn't even noticed that his mate was kitting! Flowerpool, that snarky she-cat, was sitting and chatting animatedly with Amberstorm, Sleetstone, and Ashtail. Beamheart was certain that if she wasn't helping the queen, Lavenderstripe would've been there too.

"Beamheart," said the young she-cat, padding up to him.

"What do you want?" He asked, conscious of not being very kind.

"Oh now," she pouted, "is that any way to treat a Clanmate?"

Just then He heard a towel of pain from Roseflower, and a gasp from Bristefern. He raced over to see what was wrong, not caring that the two queens had told him to go away before.

"Two litters?" He heard Bristefern breath.

"TWO LITTERS AT THE SAME TIME?" He shouted. "That's never happened before!"

Mistystorm took him away again, this time he more visibly thrashing. "Tell me what's wrong with her!" He growled.

"Roseflower is seeming to have another litter of kits," the dark gray she-cat responded calmly. "The first ones have already been licked and breathing, and I need to go back to help with the other ones."

Beamheart felt like his heart had been broken out, yet it was still there with more love than ever before. Two litters of kits at the same time had never happened. It was scary. To make it worse, he didn't even know if Roseflower would survive the process.

He didn't even notice when the she-cat approached him again. "I'm so sorry." she said, without any sadness in her voice at all.

"Why would you be?" Beamheart bit back a snarl. "I have a perfect mate, and soon will have two perfect litters of kits."

"No, no, it's not that. Just that… the more kits, the more opportunities present itself for them not to be… well, qualified for the Clan."

"There is no reason that would be the case."

"Pity… Both of you separate perfect maybe… but I can't say together. Really, it would be a shame to have so many kits that just couldn't fit in with LightClan."

"What are you suggesting?" He meowed, narrowing his eyes with anger.

"If you had just chosen a better mate you would have great kits. There's still time to correct your mistakes."

"I'm not going to cheat on my mate, if that's what you're suggesting!"

She gave a sorrowful smile. "I loved you, you know. I still do."

"Foxdung, Flowerpool!" He stalked away to go back to Roseflower.

Roseflower, his perfect mates. Together they would have perfect kits. All the kits that he imagined, that he had hoped for.

What Flowerpool had said was never going to come true.

So everyone, what did you think of the prologue? Character relationships? Please review to let me know! Also, only two of the five name Roseflower and Beamheart suggest are used. Can you guess which?

I'm going on vacation soon, but I'll try to get as much out as I can for you all!