The sun! (Open to anyone on Island One)
Mikey didn't know how he'd gotten from the apartment he shared with the birds, but he didn't care. When he woke up and saw that he wasn't in a black and white world that's all that mattered to him. He was excited to see color again.
Two seconds later, he realized he was wearing shoes and a hat and stupid clothes. Immediately, Mikey pulled them all off and threw them into a pile. He didn't care about them. Especially not since he could feel the sun on him, and smell the water, and the rich plants. He wanted his whole body to experience everything.
Grinning, he sprinted up the beach, naked as the day he was born. His tail was puffed out behind him in a declaration of absolute frenzied happiness. His feet splashed into the waves that rolled in, and he didn't care. Baths weren't so bad anyway, but he was way too delighted to care about the wet.
Mikey ran and ran until he realized that he'd come upon his clothes again. Which meant this was more than just a beach. It was a thing surrounded by water. There was a name for it. What was it? Who cared.
He plopped himself down in the sand and began to cover his legs in it.