The purple eyed cat sucked in his breath. Honestly, he knew he shouldn't, but he'd never tried this before. And so he stood next to the wormhole, trying to decide whether he should send it back to were it had came from, or poke his head in it to see where it went, then send it back. 'What's the harm,' he thought to himself, ignoring the fact that he knew anything could happen. And so he exhaled, sucked in another breath, and prepared to poke his head through it. 'I'll only take a peak,' he decided, stepping forward. He was not a coward, and so he poked his head into the wormhole.
Suddenly, the rest of his body was sucked into the wormhole and pushed out the other side. It was the same place, yet completely different. The buildings were so clean, the grass so green and the forest less...dark? The purple eyed cat pushed himself up from were he'd been sitting and looked around. It was the same spot all right, but it was aged. That led to the purple cat coming to a conclusion. He was in the future.
'Now what," he asked himself mentally. His answer came within a matter of seconds. Suddenly he heard a yowl from behind him. He turned around to find a pale yellow she-cat with matching eyes hissing at him. "You're in our territory purple eyed kittypet," She hissed at him. The purple eyed cat purred with amusement. "I'm in your territory am I now," he replied. "Yes! And if you don't leave now I'm going to rip you into shreds!" The pale yellow she-cat hissed. The purple eyed tom made no attempt to move, and so the she-cat launched herself at him. The tom smirked and instead of dodging, as a normal cat would do, he caught her claws with his own, and threw he to the ground using their now tangled claws. The she-cat recovered faster than the purple eyed tom expected and buried her claws into his back. The tom merely shrugged her claws of him and fell to the ground, in a pretense death. As soon as she had began to walk off he healed himself and walked up to her arrogantly. "Your a pretty good fighter you know," he declared, startling the she-cat. "I thought I...I just...you just," she started. "Don't worry, It isn't actually possible to kill me," the tom explained. "If it was though, you would of had me killed in an instant, whatever-your-name-is," the pale yellow she-cat examined the tom with wide eyes. "Palepaw," she choked out. "What?" The purple eyed warrior asked. "My name is Palepaw," she repeated, deciding not to anger the cat that couldn't die, for obvious reasons.