u/UnluckyFoxsicle

Due to the fact that in the middle of coding and editing cats into FallenClan, the Clan with your OCs, there was an update, the code has completely messed up. json files are VERY sensitive and I can't find the issue. For all I know there's an extra space somewhere in the file I'm not aware of so... Your cats are being welcomed into DeadClan! I'm still using the same cats as before, same roles, same ranks, however I am adding them to a hopefully fully functional Clan. I'll post ASAP on progress.

I was looking and I found this idle "game" called "Desktop Goose". Mostly, it's a duck that appears on your screen and can pull little jokes, like tracking mud on the screen and dragging the cursor. I don't want to download this if it's bad for my computer.

Avery leaned against the wall next to her father's hospital bed, looking out the window next to her. She hoped he would be back here for a little bit, finally give him a break. She turned to look at him. He was staring at her with soft eyes, like he needed to tell her something.

"What's wrong, dad?" She asked him, her curiosity now piqued.

"I need you to coach this season." He told her, the same tone he always used to speak to her. Her dad- the best coach in history, and the coach for the best team in history- the Seattle Blizzard.

"I- I can't. I'm not you. You'll get better, right? It's the start of the season!" Avery was slightly panicked.

Her dad stared at her like her reaction was funny, "I taught you everything you need to know. You just need to tell them."

Avery sighed as she stepped into the team's arena. Several trophies were in cases and banners all on the wall showing how often they won the Stanley cup. She was going to fail. Avery quickly fixed her mindset and went to the locker room. The players didn't know who was coaching yet, but they expected an experienced male so they weren't exactly... bright when she stepped into the room. They were all in their gear waiting for practice. In the center, Reed Walker, the teams star player.

"Is this a joke?" A player asked, number 32. Avery immediately knew who it was. Keith "Shark" Sharkey, the most annoying player. He meant well but that's not how it usually turned out.

Reed Walker sat in a chair, leaning it back, per usual- his number, 97, filled trophies in half the halls. They were waiting for the new coach. As she walked in, his eyes narrowed and he heard his teammate, sarcasm rich in his tone. Reed rolled his eyes as the girl spoke.

"I'm Avery. Avery Bennett. I'm filling in for Michael Bennett while he's gone." She told nothing about where their previous coach was, they just assumed it was for personal reasons. But this, this was coach's daughter. Reed didn't buy it, nor did any of his teammates.

As his teammates left, he stood and stayed for a second with Avery, who was looking at the ground. "Your dad made us great. You better not let him down." He wasn't trying to be mean but she didn't look like she could help them.

She watched him as he shoulder-checked her. Not enough to make her fall, but enough to make her know what to expect.

Avery watched him pass and rubbed her shoulder before stepping out of the locker room and putting on some skates. They were hockey skates, some of the best. Her dad bought them for her as a graduation gift. She missed him and wished he could coach them, after all they thought she was just a girl. Her dad let her borrow his stick for luck. As she approached, none of them were on the ice yet, just talking next to it. She stepped on, she easily getting to the feel. The players followed her, not impressed, except Marcus Hale. He was thirty-three and the team captain. He'd seen plenty of coaches step onto the ice for the first time, but they did it carefully, especially the one that put him on the team and gave him the number 4.

She put cones on the ice and stood on one of the red lines. "Cone weaving, line up and go. Full speed."

Marcus raised an eyebrow while leaning on his stick. Coach Bennet always made them do this if he thought our controlling of the puck got bad. He watched Walker and Sharkey scoffed, "What is this, peewee practice?" Sharkey sneered.

Avery leaned on her stick and calmly replied, "You shouldn't have any problems doing it if it's easy."

He grinned went up, getting a puck from Avery. The rest of the team watched. He immediately started but lost the puck. Frustrated, he started again, only to mess up.

"So. Easy?"

Sharkey threw down his stick and got off the ice. Avery just raised an eyebrow, "You want to try, Walker?"

"Sure." Reed stood and skated over, grabbing the puck. He almost got it the first time but the puck slipped last second.

"Again."

So he did. Several times he tried and tried until he got it. His other teammates congratulated him but it was brief, as the others had to do it too. Sharkey returned, sneering at Avery.

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This is what I have so far- would you guys be interested in a story like this?

Have like, five OCs that you can't figure out a backstory too? Let's be honest, you probably have at least one.

Good news, I'm here to help! I'm happy to come up with an idea and/or write it for you! I don't use AI to come up with these.

Let me know if one I give you doesn't work or you don't like it, no worries! I can just hand you another.

I'm looking for something that has a (red) fox and possibly something that shows my unluckiness (ex. Necklace).

Anything would be great, thank you!

(If you need anything else, let me know. I'll respond ASAP)

I made an Xbox account and for some reason, whenever I try and sign in, I don't get the email. I've tried this on the website and on my Xbox but it just doesn't work. When I put in the password, it doesn't work either because I forgot it. I also want to delete this account because it's useless to me until further notice but again, can't log in to delete it.

I've noticed a lot of artists have a little flair. You'll understand what I mean when you read below.

Olivia Rodrigo: Says something at the beginning of the song. (Ex. bad idea, right? - "I want it to be like, messy")

Conan Gray: Sometimes ends songs but cutting off a word. (Ex. The Cut That Always Bleeds - "The cut that always-")

Taylor Swift: Some of her songs aren't about love, (well they are but) they're stories. (Ex. Betty, August, AND Cardigan are stories from three different perspectives about a love triangle that messed everyone up.)

My mind is kinda blanking at the moment so I can't think of anything else but let me know if you have any more!