Even with the prisoners safely over the edge of the pit the warden continued to yell, "Kill them all! Kill them all!" And while he yelled he stamped his foot up and down in violent hate. He was oblivious to everything except killing the rebellious prisoners, even oblivious to Roqford. The cat lay calmly beside him as he ranted.
Even if the warden had noted Roqford's tail twitching, he wouldn't have understood it. He had never taken the time to read about cats, or the civilization and culture on Telephore six. It may have been his biggest mistake, but he would never know.
The big cat rose quietly to his feet, and as the warden yelled at his guards, Roqford walked a little to the front of him and with a clean swipe of his long sharp claws he tore out the warden's throat.
The warden was so bound up in his hate that the event, at first, eluded him. He wondered what the cat was doing. He didn't realize he was dying until his head plopped forward on a torrent of blood, which was gushing from the gaping hole where his throat had previously been. His lips swept back in a look of horror, and his bulging eyes popped open. Why had Roqford done this evil act? What had he done to him? The warden fell forward and was dead before his fat face plowed into the smooth plastic on the wall's walkway. His jowls quivered a couple of times, and then he lay still.