(Sorry for not RPing, I was busy and dealing with something. I'll vote Rookfeather)
Sleetpelt
Sleetpelt was snoozing happily in his nest, and although the sun was starting to peek into the den, it wasn't time for morning patrol just yet. So, it was alarming when there was a loud commotion outside his den, and he could hear his name faintly being called above it. "Whaa-?" he asked, blinking open his eyes and stumbling quickly out of his den. He followed a warrior that was just arriving concernedly on the scene, carefully pushing away several clan members and standing next to Willowstar. "What's going on? I heard-" he gasped. Now he knew the reason for the early wake-up call, and it was a surprising one. "D-dead?" he said, pushing down a gulp. He was their deputy; he had to stay strong. "Brighteyes is right." he said, flicking his tail. "There is a murderer in Thunderclan." The news was obvious, and most everyone there had probably figured it out, but he had to pitch in SOMETHING. To Willowstar, he spoke more quietly. "Do you think we should up the night patrol?" he asked nervously, suddenly uncomfortable being around his clan-mates, no matter if they were as concerned as he was. If the suspicions WERE true- which he was beginning to believe every moment he stood there- then anyone here could be faking their sadness.