Reedpelt smiled when he saw his younger daughter, and nuzzled her head gently. She... well, she was older now. She had learned what had happened to her clanmates, and... she deserved to know. "Yes," he murmured to her, protectively licking the top of her head. Then he lifted his sorrowful amber gaze to Mosswish. "Wish I was," he said softly. But she had to know he wasn't joking. He wasn't a comedian, and in any case, how could he joke about something more serious? The others began to wake and come towards the commotion, including Onyxpaw- he nodded to her question and turned towards Mosswish. He couldn't imagine her as Mossstar, but then already she was taking command. "Follow me," he meowed quietly, giving Silverkit one last lick and sending a concerned but loving look Onyxpaw's way. Then the big warrior rose to his paws once more and padded out of camp (after making sure the she-cat had heard him), back towards the scene of the crime. He was already thinking about who the murderer could be, and he couldn't help but think once more of his previous suspect- that is, Stoatheart. But last time had been a tie, which had led them nowhere. Surely it'd be better to exile someone, even if he feared they were innocent...? After all, a tie would once again do nothing for them. It would only invite the killer to strike once more!