As I mentioned last week, I’ve started livestreaming my weekly D&D prep (along with some explanation of why I do what I do) over on Twitch and then archiving the streams on YouTube. Hopefully, if you check it out, it’s helpful, inspirational, or both and, if you do like it, consider following/subscribing.
Anyway, this week, my DM ran a one-shot scenario of Cats of Catthulhu to bring a change of pace to our D&D campaign. I wrote up my notes and those are what you’re going to see below. It’s a cool system and well worth checking out!
Feel free to leave any thoughts or questions below.
The metal tag on her leather around her neck read “Bella”, but that was not the name in her heart, nor was it in a language she understood. Sometimes, she pitied the poor, giant twofoots for their primitive scratches, so far removed from the elegance of an ear twitch or the small shake of a tail. She understood that whatever was written there was what the twofoots called her, because many of them looked at it and then made the same hooting noise as the others, but the name her kind had given her, the one, irrevocable truth of her being, was that she was Softest.
She lay in front of the Big, Red Crackle, enjoying its heat on her side, and watching the kitten play. It was so young it didn’t have a name yet, but the twofoots she looked after had brought it home recently and she had taken it upon herself to teach it their ways. She had already told it about the dread Wet Stuff on the Face, explained about the holy nature of the Wooden Floor on High and had tried explaining the world beyond the great Glass Doors but it had been distracted by a shadow on the fur-floor in front of it.
“Tell me more.” It said, sitting still once more. “Tell me about others like us.”
She blinked slowly and shifted position, smiling.
“Very well, little one. I shall tell you of the Night of the Bug, of the power of cats.” She closed her eyes, summoning the memory.
“It began, as many things do, with a Dreamer. This Dreamer was no bigger than you, but her destiny was upon her. Her twofoot, someone wearing materials not of this Everwarm City, had found her in the street and fed her, looking after her as our twofoots look after us. But one night, something was wrong.
This Dreamer, so small she had no name, woke from a Dream to find her twofoot on the stone-floor and a Wrong Smell in the air. I cannot describe this smell, my place is to guard the twofoots, to look after them, but Dreamers like this kitten… they can smell when a thing is Wrong. Alone, in a twofoot place, and not knowing what to do, she called for help.
I was nearby, as were a few others of our kind, and a kitten in need is a call none of us can ignore. We found her in a twofoot building smelling of food and the Loud Water,” she batted a paw idly in the direction of two clear drinking things half-full of a dark red liquid, “It was empty of twofoots who might have helped, so we climbed to the great Glass Doors and asked why was calling out for help.
She told us that her twofoot was asleep and that something was wrong. I’ve seen twofoots asleep many times and I knew this wasn’t a normal sleep, even for a twofoot, so I hunted for something that might help. I remembered a twofoot falling because she couldn’t breathe, and I remembered other things and I pawed and patted and sniffed and found the scent of blood in the material.
Another, I forget who, found a strange, green bug nearby. I have never seen its like and I never wish to, but it looked like it might have a single claw on its back and Huntingest, a local Scrapper, began to cut away at the two-foot’s material under my direction, searching for the blood. He found a small hole in the twofoot’s skin and I began to summon other twofoots to help. The others, Huntingest, the Dreamer, a Twofootologist I know as Watchingest and the famed, if disreputable, Catcrobat Leapingest, hid from the twofoots as they approached but they, the twofoots, seemed to realise something was wrong.
After some hooting, two of them left the room and we heard a buzzing noise in the hallway. I alerted the twofoots to this new bug, as is my duty, and Huntingest used the female who arrived as a post to climb and swat it out of the air. More buzzing came from downstairs so we, the Dreamer, Watchingest and I, hunted it and found a door to a room smelling of the Wet, and the Loud Water. A bug came from a hole in a golden metal thing and both Watchingest and I realised that we would need the Metal Sticks Which Open the Door to find where the bugs were coming from.
I tried to tell the twofoots, but a stupid one came blundering in and tried to take the Dreamer outside before it got stung and fell to the floor.
I will speak little of how we got the Metal Sticks Which Open the Door, because it involved transgressions against the Holy Wooden Floor on High, but we managed it and together the Dreamer, Huntingest and I pushed a three-legged wooden platform to the door into the Wet, Loud Water room for Watchingest to stand on as he pushed the Metal Sticks Which Open the Door into the hole and used their magic to open the door.
In the Wet, Loud Water room, we found a crow, its eyes unblinking and its feathers ruffled only by a green bug pushing its way free. The crow was in a cage.” She paused as the kitten cowered and smiled. “Be calm, little one, there is no cage here. We are free.” The kitten straightened and moved closer to her, looking warily around. She leaned down and licked the top of its head gently.
“It was in a cage but that proved to be no barrier for Leapingest who knocked it down and we tore it to pieces. Inside, where there should have been bones and blood and meat, there was only metal, eyes made of the drinking thing material and a red gem. Watchingest thought it might be a toy, so he started playing with it, but a bug came out of it as Huntingest finally killed the last one we had seen. We tried to destroy the gem with the three-legged thing but it was too tough and flew away so we put it on the floor, climbed on high and became one with the Great Pusher of Things to push a box of Loud Water onto the gem.
This cracked it, and the red light faded and no more bugs came. We knew we had saved the twofoots and took the Dreamer back her twofoot. She was sleeping as twofoots should and we said our goodbyes after giving the Dreamer her name.”
She fell silent as the kitten started playing with a piece of the fur-floor.
“If you are good tomorrow, and guard the twofoots well, I will take you to see Bravest.”