SO I'LL STOP TALKING AND SHOUT -- body change, open

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    So. This was weird. Clover had been swimming when the tide came in. Her short legs were no match to it and she went under. She was sure she had died! Yet here she was. Laying on her side, the water lapping at her paws.


    Yet soemthing was off. And the femme didn't know what. Well. Her fur felt heavier than what it used to be. Be what else was it? She rolled over onto her belly. Looking down her snout, she realized it was a different color. Alright so something was definitely off. She looked at her paws. Golden fawn. She moved her ears. Floppy!


    She was whole different dog! Standing up, she realized soemthing else. The world looked so different from up here. She was taller. Yet her fur was heavy from being soaked. As was her tail. This was nice!



    tyler himself had had a rather big body change himself. and he didn't know how to fix it "yello!" the tiguar purred. the wind blew his flower crown almost off his head before he fixed it. his bright orange pelt seemed to me glaring in the sun "how do you feel about a swim? i'm tyler, by the way."



    The thoughts of her going underwater again came back to her. The sound of water, nothing but water. Her lungs bursting, her legs desperately clawing to reach the surface. To reach air, the sun light. Only sinking deeper into a clod darkness.


    She shuddered. "Ermm. No thanks." She answered.


    "I'm Clover, by the way." She added quickly.

    Auroradweller waited a long time for this moment.


    The tomcat's stripes blended into the rest of his body, as Auroradweller's proportions grew to Twoleg sizes, with his head appearing inflated and still, complete with soulless, massive eyes, almost as if he were wearing a suit of himself. Across his torso was a blue shirt, with letters of red C, two Os, L, (New line), C, A, T on them. He knew what neither of those meant in this form, as he want to party with the other body shifters, speaking in a rather irritating voice, "OOOhhhhh, you got a new bodyyyy. That's so coooo-ooooo(wwaa)l!! Be careful around water. If you don't know how to swim, you could be washed away and never return, and that's not ccccooo(wa)l. Always make sure an adult is watching you before you go for a swim!"

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Oilspill walked over shakily, eyes like pools of toxic waste. "B-body change? What is it with all this shapeshifting stuff?" he asked, worried. Technically, there was nothing at all dangerous or scary about body changing, but it was a new concept to Oilspill, and it would never not be weird to him.



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    Auroradweller, still in the freaky cat-human--hybrid persona, spoke his answer to Oilspill. "Cooooo-, taking care of your body is so radical, and sometimes changing up your look can help you make new friends, and friends are coooooooooo(wwooaaa)l! It's always important, though, to be true to yourself no matter what you look like, because Auroradweller loves you either way."

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 390px; border:none; font-family: times new roman; color:orange; font-size:10pt;]Auroradweller And love? For some reason, those two things didn't go together in Maplepaw's mind. But this wasn't the time to be thinking about that. She sat down, staring at the dog. "Ah, Clover!"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]With a sceptical look on his face, Oilspill laughed lightly at Auroradweller's words. "True friends shouldn't care about the body you're in." he stated in a matter-of-fact manor. "Oh, but I see what you mean." he added, worried that the morphed feline might take some offence.



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    Auroradweller had a retort, as always, to Oilspill, who dared question his knowledge on the ancient art of friendship. He spoke, still retaining the irritating almost-whine, "Nnnn, friends care about your body, because your body is cooooo(-aahh)ll, Mister Oilslick. They want to see you stay healthy, so you can run and jump and play, and be active, and being active is coooooooool. Friends also care about your body if its sick or hurt, like if you get beaten up by a bully." Auroradweller's soulless, giant eyes stayed motionless as he was forced to rotate his massive orange head to survey the rest of the cats as he finished his non-existent point, "Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... And I can't stand the thought of any of you getting beat up by a bully. HHHHnnnnnngggg, that makes me so maaaaaaaddd. Kkuuuuuuuu"

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Oilspill jumped. He couldn't help being startled by the creature in front of him, and helplessly tried to smooth down his fur and calm his nerves. "G-good point, Aurora." he spoke, smiling as to try and reduce akwardness. "I appreciate your concern. I would hate to see you beat up, also." he finished, smile still crookedly fixed on his maw.



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