Surrender
"Surrender!" she hissed. "Surrender; or I'll kill you!"
The cat below Juniperflower wheezed and panted. Covered with blood and scratches, it was not much of a pretty sight.
"I…. no…. I…." it gasped.
Juniperflower sunk her claws farther into its throat. "I'm waiting, piece of foxdung," she hissed menacingly.
"I…. surrender…." the cat gasped beneath her. It was choking.
"I'll just put you out of your misery," she purred evilly. She ripped its throat out and its eyes started to glaze over.
Juniperflower turned and faced all the other cats. "Well, kittypets, do you surrender? Are you going to flee? Or do you want to join us? I offer no second chances," she added evilly. "Join us now or don't. If you decide to flee, if you are found in our territory again after tomorrow's sunrise, we will kill you. Got that?"
Her gaze traveled to the scrawny black tom closest to the front of the crowd. "Do you flee, or join us?" she asked; her voice sounding like brittle shards of ice.
"I-I join you," it whimpered, cowering beneath her. Juniperflower pointed with the tail to a spot beside her, and it stood there.
****
After a little while, all the cats had either fled or joined her. Juniperflower led her victorious Clan home.
She was the leader of BloodClan, a Clan ruled by fear. She had been part of WindClan, but Scourge had visited her in dreams and told her to go restore BloodClan to its former glory. So she did, and she never regretted it.
****
She had fought many battles in her time, and each time she always won. Whether the leader of the group surrendered or not, she always killed him or her. And then, the remaining cats either fled or joined her. BloodClan was a huge Clan now.
Supposedly, her claws were permanently stained red from all the killing she had done.
That's not true! she always thought indignantly if someone in her Clan brought it up.
****
She won the next battle she fought, of course.
"Surrender!"