day 5username; fruitbat
goobie answering; Daxteranswer to prompt; Living in the wilderness, Daxter has many secret hideaways that only he knows of. For example, his favourite if most definitely the old waterfall to the west of his wooden cabin. He especially loved the walk to it: the forest was so ancient yet radiant. Its canopy was made from oak, beech, and willow, and left just enough light for scattered mushrooms to burst from the rich grounds below. As he trotted through the forest, he loved being so connected to nature by the sinking feeling of his claws in the soil and the fresh, crisp air that circulated in his lungs. As the waterfall drew closer, large vines suspended from the oak trees, and a range of flowers, which were unique to his forest, contrasted against the otherwise green and gold leaves.
The waterfall was hardly in operation any more- rather, it was a collection of large rocks with a small trickle of water passing over. Yet, Daxter found a strange peace watching the water struggle to reach the small puddle at the bottom. He often closed his eyes and listened to the calamity of animal sounds, most of which were whooping birds and the suckling of mice. Here, Daxter could get away from the activities of mundane life.