Gladefall would be a good deputy. Although Swanfeather didn't know him very well, he had Twistedstar's - and by extension, Nightstar's - trust, and that was all he needed to know.
The warrior's ears perked up as the new leader mentioned the patrols. Although he burned with curiosity to go to BloodClan, he knew it wasn't his place as one of the younger warriors. Besides, the chance to see Smokehaze and Rosebriar set his heart pounding excitedly. "I'll go to WindClan!" He piped up quickly. His ears immediately flattened a little at the sound of his voice sounding out in the otherwise quiet crowd, and the tom was hit with a pang of self-consciousness. Yeah, sound a little more enthusiastic, mouse-brain. "Th-That is, if it's okay," he stuttered out quickly. Ugh, he sounded like an apprentice. Since when was he nervous speaking in front of his own clan mates?