Duskpelt's sleep.

Duskpelt stalked into the Moonpool. He winched, Fightingstar's death was unecpected and depressing. He took a deep breath then touched his nose into the cool water.

Dawnleaf watched with sadness.

Duskpelt's eyes shot open. "Dawnleaf," He spoke gently.

"Yes?" Dawnleaf whispered.

"You shall now address me as Duskstar. Come, I must choose a deputy soon as possible." Duskstar said and headed off.