Lunar Witch and Mochi Pink Moon

by Victoria Ashurst April 16, 2025

During the spring, when the world danced with blossoms and birdsong, and love bloomed like wildflowers, Lunar Witch, though wise and kind, sometimes felt a hollow ache in her heart.

One night, as The Pink Moon rose high and glowing above the treetops, a curious shimmer stirred in the shadows. From that light stepped a Maneki-Neko cat, his fur white as clouds and his eyes like pools of emerald. He lifted his right paw and beckoned her silently, drawing her to a moonlit clearing wrapped in cherry blossoms.

In his left paw he carried a Rose Quartz crystal pendant, glowing soft and warm like a heartbeat. With great care, he placed it in her palm. “This will open your heart like a flower in the sun,” he whispered in a voice as soft as night wind. “It will fill you with joy and the sweetness of self-love.”

The Lunar Witch felt warmth bloom in her chest. Her loneliness began to melt like the morning frost.

“I am Mochi,” said the cat, curling his tail around her wrist, “and I will walk beside you from this day forward. So long as I am near, no darkness shall harm you, and you shall never walk alone.”

They lived together beneath the watchful moon, hearts full and spirits light, spinning their own kind of magic in the world. They spoke of future days rich with laughter and love’s gentle bloom, of fortunes bright and friends yet to come.