Tigerstar watched his apprentice practice. With silent contempt he tried to pick out the mistakes... but there were none. He was quite pleased with his choice in Flashpaw. If he was trained properly, he would grow into a fiercer warrior than all the cats of the Dark Forest! No mistakes. No remorse. No survivors.
Tigerstar had been vanquished hundreds of years ago. He had lost his grudge with Firestar but he had new ambitions. Darker ones. Ones where only one cat would come out on top.
Tigerstar decided to really test this apprentice's skills. Melting back into the shadows, he drew himself out of Flashpaw's sight.