When Moon-dust Fails
The Ulthar Cats have a story about what will happen to the world when there is no more moon dust. Perhaps story is the wrong word. A prophecy maybe a better description. Or at least there is a myth where a prophecy is made the of moon dust failing. Regardless of what this tale should be called, it doesn't end well. At least not for humans. The story revolves around a wise, old, and grey tabby cat. Her name was Francesca and she had wandered the worlds, as cats are wont to do, before settling down on the moon to oversee one of the Moon-dust mines. When she wasn't managing the extraction of moon dust Francesca liked to tell tales of her wanderings to the younger cats. One day, out of the blue, she started telling a story no-one had ever heard before. As she told it the other cats realised that she was telling a story about something that hadn't even happened yet... The moon-dust was fading. Each shipment had gotten smaller and smaller. The humans were getting more and more afraid. There were not many of them left and those that were would soon die from the plague without the moon-dust. At least the lucky ones would. Others would be taken by the huge beast. It had appeared a few months ago over Los Angeles and started devouring or enslaving the population. The Kavach building had fallen to the Family of the Red Death and they had opened the portal for the squales. When had arrived the Earth rang to the telepathic shouts of its mindless hunger, "FOOD FOR ME! MY SERVANTS! MY MORTALS! MY FOOD! MY CATTLE! MY PREY". Humans fought, then they hid. The hiding kept them safe from the squales but it also released the long dormant plague. A disease that could only be fixed by the moon-dust, and now it fades. Luckily the squale considers cats beneath it's notice. We will wander the worlds to find a new home and new adventures. The Earth is done. Between the squales and the plague, the planet is done.