His attention caught by the two figure's rather abrupt entrance, a rather dirty, dark-haired [human] boy of nine years old looks up from where he's bent over a broken toy, having been attempting to piece it back together. Pushing his dark hair out of his eyes, he squints at them appraisingly for a moment, then shrugs and turns back to the toy, though a part of his attention remains on Chaftar and Catica. -- Recreational

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Date Posted: 15:33:53 07/30/04 Fri
Author: Jon
Subject: His attention caught by the two figure's rather abrupt entrance, a rather dirty, dark-haired [human] boy of nine years old looks up from where he's bent over a broken toy, having been attempting to piece it back together. Pushing his dark hair out of his eyes, he squints at them appraisingly for a moment, then shrugs and turns back to the toy, though a part of his attention remains on Chaftar and Catica.
In reply to: Chaftar 's message, "Enter stage left" on 13:47:10 07/01/04 Thu

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Chaftar scratches the back of his head. blinking he looked at catica. "well, ya your probably right. my question is what do i do now?" chaftar had noticed the boy out of the corner of his eye, something almost came to him, but it left before he could grasp it. -- chaftar, 20:06:16 08/02/04 Mon

OOC: I am sooo sorry for not posting. Computer problems and camp seem to really add up. Please forgive. BIC: Though Catica didn't seem to be doing much, she had seen the boy and the look of almost remembrance from Chaftar's eyes. "Do you know that boy? I think we should go over and talk to him since we can't seem to decide on something else in the meanwhile. Besides, maybe it will help." Catica and her fox Breema, that seems to wander in and about the two characters, walk over to the little boy piecing together a toy. "Hi, sorry to intrude upon your work in progress, but I just wanted to introduce myself. I am Catica Willowbark and this little figure that seems to follow me is Breema." With that, Breema waltzes over to the boy and tries to get him to pet her. (NT) -- Catica and Breema, 21:39:02 08/14/04 Sat