Thistlesnare's ears perked, feeling a faint twinge of pride at being chosen as a patrol leader, though you wouldn't be able to tell from the stony expression on his face. He stretched, feeling a dull ache in his bones.
You're starting to get old, he thought to himself in a deadpan voice, not particularly moved in any which way by the thought. He looked around to see his two patrolmates already rearing to go.
"Lets get it over with then," he meowed, stalking towards the entrance with only a flick of his tail to signal the other two cats to follow.