Theicecat Stories

Something creaked in the darkness. Warm bubbles cascaded across her scales. The clanking noise grew closer. Small rays of light filtered in through the ceiling, so small in fact that you could barley tell they were there. The light flashed, barley illuminating her so-called murderer's outline. Stone cold talons nearly clutched her, but they never touched her....then everything.... Even the her own talons, fell into total darkness. Every character in this book belongs to either Tui. T. Sutherland, or their OC owners. Hurricane belongs to me.