It had been weeks since Owl had emerged from her den for more than an hour at a time. The most social interaction she had endured was the herb lesson she held, which had been fun enough, but also quite painful. Two very important cats had been missing, and their absence continued to bore holes into the Stoneteller's heart. Still, she knew she wouldn't heal if she boarded herself up any longer. It was already bad enough she was ignoring an omen from their ancestors, and that had begun to guilt her enough to finally step out into the daylight, right outside her den. "Would anyone, erm, take me on a patrol...or something," She called out awkwardly, her ears laying flat against her head as she looked around. All of the confidence of the leader she had been was gone, replaced with a shell. A morsel of what she had been.