( Now, I know this is a few days early. I'm going to be gone, so I wanted to get it up early! For the sake of this thread, if you do not have a SunClan cat, you can make one up purely to join in on the festivities. This particular thread is for the evening feast, and the older cats of the clan are telling stories as everyone shares a meal. Remember, during this festival, cats can wear any color of body paint however they wish, so feel free to get creative with your descriptions! If you'd like to tell a story, please make to to mention when it ends, so someone else can step up and share something of their own next. Stories should generally be true, but if you'd like to make up tales as well, feel free. )

There was a somber air to the festivities, even as cats smiled and chatted. They'd lost their own in a tunnel collapse, and in a skirmish while trying to find out information about Foxstar's whereabouts. Their Priestess was still gone, and they could do nothing about it. But their prayers were more fervent than ever, and the clan, for tonight at least, was united. United in their admiration and worship of the Sun God, in their hatred for the Regime, their grief for the deceased, and in the promise that come hell or high water, they would get Foxstar back, if not this moon, then maybe the next, or the one beyond. She would not be captive forever, and SunClan would make sure of it.

For now, however, they were more relaxed, eating from a surplus of prey as cats in the clan told stories of the past, or ones made up especially for the kits. They'd spent a long day celebrating, and now they were able to finally unwind was evening settled in.