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Subject: The Berlin Endgame Fri Nov 22, 2024 11:54 pm
The Berlin Endgame is an opening that deeply relies on book preparation. With an early queen trade, white damages the opponents pawn structure takes away black's right to castle, however as counterplay, black keeps the bishop pair and argues that with no queens whites chances are already limited. At the high levels, lines followed are often deep into preparation of study beforehand. If any of my cats were to play such a dull battle of pure study and prior preparation, it would be sprucebark in his vast knowledge of the code and his often philosophical ways of viewing and discussing the world.
The experienced tom remembered many such times that he and auntie Perchstar got to have long theoretical discussions of philosophy. She had been an amazing mentor to him and he did miss her dearly. Today, the warrior was to be on patrol soon with Cindersky. Now that the tom had rested and recovered from his exhausting search for his son he was very much so ready to be back into an actual routine of some sort. The orderly fellow was very polite and very astute when it came to formalities, timeliness and cleanliness. His pelt was now groomed once more a vast difference to how he had stumbled into camp days prior after his long journey.
Elmstorm was alive, his son was okay and had even been back for awhile before he had been.
As Cindersky came over he dipped his head in a very formal, respectful manor keeping to the oldest of traditions. "Good morning Cindersky" he meowed to his deputy.
He fell into line behind her letting her take lead since this would be her patrol seeing as the clan structure. He was of course a cat who very much so cared about such things.
"A nice morning" he commented as they left camp and began their patrol to the riverclan territories beyond. "It is nice being home, I missed this a lot." he purred taking in all the familiar sights and scents that he had been missing.
"I wonder if all that time out there searching and worrying for Elmstorm, all along he was okay and back here" he seemed to be in much higher spirits than when he had first gotten back and found out about Elmstorm. He almost even chuckled at it all.
"I was so busy chasing what I thought to be the right move when simple patience would have won out it appears. Do you think that happens often Cindersky? That we rush so much we miss what is closer to our noses?" he asked thoughtfully.
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Characters : [C]indersky, [W]olfpaw [D]aytrader, [R]yepaw Clan/Rank : RiverClan, T4 Deputy | ShadowClan, Apprentice| T1 Loner | WindClan Apprentice Number of posts : 567 Gender : They/She Age : 20
Subject: Re: The Berlin Endgame Sat Nov 23, 2024 1:18 pm
Cindersky
I loved you...
A chance to patrol with Sprucebark was always welcome. He was predictable, in a comforting sort of way that let her relax rather than worry about what to say next, or what not to say next. He had been the same when she was young, and the same now. In mannerisms, at least. She did not know the ins and outs of him at the minute, especially since... She hummed at his opener.
"Nothing quite like home, is there?" She smiled. "And the comforts of it. Always knowing what should be around the corner."
A flicker of sympathy crossed her face as he continued, and she did wonder if he was trying to find a reason for it, or for a reason for blame. She knew she would. But this was Sprucebark, and he was more black-and-white than she tended to be.
"He only returned a couple nights before you did," She said. "And you did not have all the information when you left. You acted based on what you knew. And that was that Elmstorm was out there, and he might have needed you. I know if Burnetpaw... If he was out there, somewhere, I'd set the world on fire to find him again."
Her head tilted to the side. Miss what is closer to her nose. She wouldn't immediately apply that to a missing child. But... Hm. "I don't know," She continued. "Sometimes, especially in the life of a deputy, I have found I am living life so close to the teeth that I forgot what life was. But I had been like that for moons after the war, and it was only when I dragged Larkspring out for a walk one night, that I realised what I was missing. It is hard to know."
