Author's Note: Here is another one that isn't in the prompt table. xD Oh well.
Changing Roles
With each world he visited, Sora had to assume different roles, and with each role came the need to accommodate a drastic change, either in appearance or mindset. The ocean was boundless to him once he mastered using unfamiliar muscles, and he was able to glide seamlessly through waters. His vision eventually adjusted to a mask positioned awkwardly on his face, and he was soon able to continue fighting even with the costume obstructing his vision.
The adaptations were easy enough. Some roles, however, were harder to adjust to than others.
He likened his new form to crawling along on fours. Sora thought his back end felt the strangest: his hind paws hit the ground where he believed his knees should; his tail was a strange addition that flicked around, unpredictable unless he felt irritated. His tentative first steps caught an uneven surface, and his muzzle hit the ground with a hard thump.
Not too graceful for a cat. He pushed himself up to his feet, glancing at his friends.
Sora had never really noticed their scents before. Goofy had a powerful, musky odor that reminded him of a grand, wise tree that stood tall and proud through the harshest of elements. Sora never thought he could associate kindness and loyalty with a smell. Donald's scent was sharp and thick like lemons and pepper, and its cutting bite reminded him of stubbornness and a powerful but amicable persona.
When he had finally steadied himself, they continued the trek to Pride Rock.
"You think they'll make me King?" Sora asked, eagerness building with every step, more confident than the previous.
"I dunno, Sora… Wouldn't that be meddling?" Goofy clearly had a much easier time adjusting to his new body, and he tread along steadily.
"Aw, it can't hurt to at least find out." Sora stopped abruptly, having reached a stretch of smooth rock along the grasslands. Sunlight streamed through the haze in beams, warming the rock and the air around it.
"I… Just a second…" Sora ran his paws along the rock, and then stepped around in a tight circle before stretching out across the ground.
Several moments of silence passed. Goofy glanced up at Donald as Sora rolled onto his back, paws extended lazily in the air.
"Uh… Sora?" No response.
Donald flapped his wings angrily as he landed on the ground next to Goofy. "You wake him up."