You come out in some sort of attic, you suppose. Classic, ahead of you, is nearly brushing the celing, and the atmosphere is slightly warmer than downstairs. You shrug it off and come up behind the catboy.

He stops. You stop as well. You watch as he puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head. You come up beside him, glancing at a few small beds, and a little round table in the center, a note on it. It looks like jibberish to you, but Classic can obviously read it. You look up to him and ask what is wrong.

He shakes his head again. "Oh, nothing. They've slipped out into the woods again for one of their movies. Come, now. They haven't gone far. We can catch them easily enough." The catboy smiles happily, tail twitching behind him. He briskly turns from the small beds and begins to head back toward the staircase, with or without you.

You blink, and follow him back down the stairs and out the back door. You pass a small garden before wandering into the nearby woods. Classic explains to you that the three remaining boys have dreams of creating "the film of all time" and often tape scenes in the forest, often of plays and whatnot.

The two of you approach a small clearing, and Classic beckons you to be silent. You watch curiously, three figures in view. The two closer to you are singing and prancing about. You watch for a short while, something nagging in the back of your mind.

The skit they are acting out seems so farmiliar to you, but for some reason you can not seem to place where it is from at the moment. You know you have seen it before. You and the catboy watch for a moment, then see the two bow befor ethe third figure, who is mostly hidden behind a camera's tripod.

Classic begins to clap and he steps out fromthe bushes. The two other catboys jump, eyes wide. You see the fur on the tail of the closer one stand on end with surprise and laugh slightly. You are spotted, and you step out behind Classic.

"Masterful performance, Cuddles, Grey Myst. Every time I see the two of you the act just gets better and better!" Classic pronounces, waving his hands about with enthusiasm. In response, the two smile, and you see the farther figure stand tall, and you see the odd horn protuding from his forehead. Cats don't have horns...though, judging by this creature's tail and narrow ears, you figure he must not be a catboy like the rest of them, unless there was something fishy going on of which you were not yet aware.

Cuddles bounds over to him and hangs an arm around his shoulder. Grey Myst smiles and twitches his tail happily as he turns to you to introduce the odd creature before you.

"This is our cameraman....or cameraboy, if you like." He shrugs with his simple joke. "His name is Meadow Wind, and he is, instead of a catboy, a unicornboy. But, he's still part of the family, right, Meadow Wind?"

the creature smiles and nods. "Yes, that I am," he says so softly you can hardly hear him speak properly. He turns to you and gives his own greetings to you, bowing his head slightly, the sunlight reflecting off of his silvery horn.

Classic turns to you and smiles. "Well, that is all of us. We were all gifts from Starluck to the members of the CCF, and have made our home here since Vaprrenon decided to happily adopt us." He turns to Cuddles and Grey Myst as he puts a hand on your shoulder.

"Boys," she asks with a large smile, "What do you think of our guest possibly being a guest star in one of your small movies?" Cuddles looks up at you with a smile, shrugging, though his expression seemed to like the idea.