A world could only be so stable.
Built upon the Perch Ute Dimension (or simply The Ute), ElmClan had been thriving, enjoying a prosperous and care-free life by the river. They didn't think the day would ever come. But they were foolish. They had placed all their hopes in one cat- Perchpool, a cat so unfuckable that they built an entire universe upon her ever-purified uterus. If the she-cat were to ever get dick, the universe would collapse.
But Perchpool was an edgelord.
"I'll show them," she thought bitterly. "I'll get dick just to destroy their Clan. Their universe. I will become fuckable."
The cats disregarded her threats. Perchpool may have been an edgelord who killed cats for pleasure, but she was not fuckable. But they were wrong.
One day, the world trembled. Mountains collapsed, volcanoes roared, the oceans heaved, the ancient beasts awakened. The stars in the night's sky flickered out, one by one. The sun grew dull. Stability and order had become a thing of the past.
The unfuckable had done the unthinkable.
