A Prophecy

Lionstar stretched luxuriously as the sunlight shone onto his den floor. He padded out of the leader's den and scanned to camp to make sure everything is okay, he saw Willowfall, a brown female warrior, bringing her apprentice Fawnpaw outside. The LeafClan leader smiled, all had been peaceful for moons, and he hoped nothing will disturb it. He disappeared back inside his den.
Lionstar scented one of his Clan cat outside. "Lionstar?" a soft voice called. "Can I talk to you?"
"Yes, of course," the leader replied, "Come in."
A pretty tortoiseshell she-cat came into the den, looking worried.
"What is it, Swiftstep?" Lionstar asked, "Nothing bad, I hope."
"I'm not very sure," Swiftstep meowed, "I have recieved a prophecy from StarClan last night. I had a dream, and I dreamed that I was hunting, but when I scented the air, there was no sign of prey, and a voice said 'This will carry on, then snow and ice shall come to leaf, all will die unless flame leaves...'"
Lionstar stared thoughtfully at the ground, trying to figure out what it means. After a few moments, he finally meowed, "What do you think it could mean?"
Swiftstep hesitated for a few heartbeats, then replied, "I think StarClan could be warning us about prey shortage, but we're already short on prey since it's leaf-bare... I'm sure flame must be Flamepelt and leaf is LeafClan"
Lionstar wasn't really listening to the medicine cat, he combined what the prophecy could mean together. "Prey shortage will carry on, snow and ice shall come to LeafClan, everyone will die..." he murmured, too quiet for Swiftstep to hear, then he gasped, "...everyone will die unless Flamepelt leaves the Clan!"
"Lionstar?" Swiftstep whispered.
But the LeafClan leader just stared at the ground with wide eyes.
"Lionstar, what's wrong?" Swiftstep said again.
Lionstar looked up at the medicine cat, his eyes still wide with shock...