How Sage Moc Arrived in the GattoVerse

When Sage Moc was little, he lived in a cozy house at the foot of a majestic mountain. Every evening, as the sun set beyond the horizon, his mother would take out his toys from an old wooden chest. Among them was one special toy — a Nutcracker.

The Nutcracker was old, its paint worn on the uniform, but to Moc, it was the strongest and bravest hero. His father told him that this toy had been passed down in their family for generations.

"This Nutcracker, my son," his father would say, "can protect those who believe in him."

Moc, holding his breath, placed the Nutcracker beside his bed so it could guard his sleep. Sometimes, he imagined the toy coming to life at night, fighting invisible enemies.

One winter, when snow covered the ground with a soft, fluffy blanket, his mother brought in a handful of nuts.

"Let’s see how strong your Nutcracker is," she said with a smile.

Proudly, Moc placed a nut in its jaws and pressed down with all his might. A loud crack rang out as the nut split open.

"A true hero!" the little lion cub exclaimed, laughing.

At Moc’s home, preparing for the New Year was a true ritual, full of warmth and magic. In the morning, his mother would take out boxes of decorations from the old chest, filling the air with the scent of pine and cinnamon. His father would bring in branches of a magical tree, which they used instead of a traditional Christmas tree.

"Here she is, our beauty!" his father exclaimed joyfully, setting the branches into a wooden stand.

Moc jumped around excitedly, waving a garland that his mother carefully unraveled.

"Careful, little one! You’ll turn into a glowing ball yourself!" his mother laughed.

When the house was decorated, it was time to adorn the tree. This was an honor that his parents always entrusted to Moc. He carefully took his favorite Nutcracker, adjusted its uniform, and placed it at the base of the tree.

"You’ll guard our holiday here," the little lion said seriously.

And then…

...a mysterious light filled the room. It appeared from nowhere, surrounding little Moc with a bright glow, as if a thousand stars had ignited at once. The light pulled him into a vortex of energy. Moc barely had time to cry out, clutching his Nutcracker tightly. The last thing he saw before everything was consumed by blinding white light was his parents’ faces. Their eyes were full of terror, and his mother reached out a paw as if trying to grab him.

Then came silence.

When Moc opened his eyes, everything was different. He was surrounded by an endless, cold expanse of snow. No house, no tree — only an icy wind piercing to the bone. Snowdrifts rose like waves in a stormy sea, and there was nothing but snow in sight.

"Mom! Dad!" the lion cub shouted, but his voice was swallowed by the howling wind.

He clutched the Nutcracker in both paws, squeezing it so tightly that it felt like the toy might crack.

"You’re still with me," he whispered to his wooden friend, trying to calm his shivering.

Moc sat there for a long time, holding the Nutcracker, until the cold forced him to move. Every step he took was accompanied by the crunch of snow, so deep that his paws sank up to his ankles. The little lion walked aimlessly, searching for any sign of life, but the snow and wind obscured everything.

The first inhabitants of this strange, frozen world found him, exhausted and lost. They sheltered him from the snow, wrapped him in a warm blanket, and gave him food that smelled of herbs and something sweet. Their kindness filled Moc’s heart with warmth — the kind he hadn’t felt since he was separated from his family.

In gratitude, he gave them the only thing that remained from his home world — his Nutcracker. The wooden toy, which had been a symbol of joy and hope in his childhood, became a talisman for those who saved him in his moment of despair.

Years passed. Moc grew, gaining wisdom and strength. He explored the mysterious world into which the portal had cast him and became its keeper of knowledge. His home became a sanctuary for those who, like him, had once arrived through these strange rifts. He knew what it was like to be lost, so he helped anyone seeking answers and solace.

His kindness and wisdom made him a legend among the inhabitants of the GattoVerse. But even with many new friends and students, every winter, when the New Year came, he felt a deep emptiness. The cold nights reminded him of the warmth of his childhood home and those he had left behind.

Snowflakes danced outside the window, garlands shimmered in his home, but Moc sat alone, lost in memories.

But the people of Gatto, remembering his story, decided to bring warmth back into his heart.

They gathered everyone who knew Moc and had been touched by his kindness. Together, with the help of Hat Mouse and Mister Chipmunkus, they created a new toy — a Nutcracker.

When the gift was ready, they gently knocked on Moc’s door. He opened it, surprised by the visit, and saw the toy.

He lifted the Nutcracker, just as he had in his childhood, and felt a familiar warmth fill his heart. This was not just a gift — it was a new memory, created with love and care. In that moment, he realized that GattoVerse had truly become his home, a place where he was always welcomed.

Moc stepped out of his sanctuary. Outside, among the sparkling snow and glowing garlands, his friends surrounded him. They smiled, they supported him, and he smiled back, knowing that he would never be alone again.

The End.