#wc lore

[bongwalter10]

dows anyone fw my transformers warrior cats. does anyone fw warrior cats transforemrs

[juniper-clan]

Moon 14: Birth of Venus

(AKA the twins!)

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[mourningsbane]

oh, god. did tanglefern try to do a sort of c-section on honeyspring when things went south? that slit on their belly looks a lot like a classical incision to me, and tanglefern's greatest mistake...this might be completely wrong so feel free to disregard!! obsessed with this blog right now, honeyspring what happened to you....

She was just so sick, and it was all so sudden. What else was there to be done? Nobody knows what struck Honeyspring ill so swiftly or with such brutal lethality, not even Tanglefern (but he is also a liar).

Desecration;

He wedged the cutter just under the skin, and pried the walls of her womb apart, glistening with watery wetness and slick with blood. Fluids sunk into the dirt flooring of the medicine den, reeking of disease, but Tanglefern pushed forward. He was not gentle, but he did not have to be. They knew that when she took that last heaving breath not even an hour ago, she was gone.

There was no patient to be gentle for, just a cooling corpse.

And so he ripped and tore until he could wrap his mouth around each little neck, a total of three. When he felt no more of the doomed litter, he stopped and took the time to finally glance at the little bodies sitting at his paws, sticky like honey.

He looked, and saw with rising despair, that they didn't look like kits at all. He could hear the rain pounding outside through the ringing in his ears, a thundering roar.

As he stared at those things that were not quite kits, those vague lumps of wet fur and teeth, Flaildrizzle wailed. Distantly, some raw part of him, carved open like the body before him, realizes it was all for nothing.

[darkforestpetalkit]

Welcome! I'm Ming working on a Petalkit AU titled StarClan's Fallen!

What is StarClan's Fallen?

StarClan’s Fallen is a Warriors AU where Petalkit survives and vows revenge against the Clans. It takes place in both Mapleshade’s Vengeance and The Prophecies Begin. Petalkit is trained and raised in the Dark Forest by Thistleclaw, who corrupts and manipulates her into becoming a bloodthirsty beast. Under his influence, she becomes his prized performer, a killer, and grows into a complete monster, renamed Bloodpetal

All behind Mapleshade’s back.

Thistleclaw, however, doesn’t realize he won’t be able to control her for long. He also fails to consider that Petalkit—now fully grown as Bloodpetal—will assert her own agency and pursue her own ambitions. Ambitions that just so happen to perfectly align with one cat in particular. 

Tigerstar.

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The Prologue

After the trauma of nearly drowning, Petalkit survives but is separated from the current that carried her brothers’ dead bodies. RiverClan and Mapleshade believe her to be dead along with them. Unaware of Mapleshade’s rampage, she searches desperately for her mother, determined to stay alive so they can reunite. When she does, Mapleshade is already dead. Devastated, she collapses beside her mother’s body, overwhelmed with grief, and spends the night sleeping against her.

Then, the dark thoughts begin.

In her dreams, Petalkit’s hatred manifests into violent thoughts, hurting those who hurt her but twice as hard. She remembers how Ravenwing and Frecklewish watched her drown. How she reached for them, so close to the edge of the riverbank, begging for help. How Ravenwing pulled his paw away and left while Frecklewish remained, just watching.

Her desire to make them suffer only grows as she attempts to bury her mother. But being a mere kit, she is limited, and frustrated at her inability to do it right. She blames everything on Oakstar, Ravenwing, Frecklewish, and the entire Clan for her pain and loss. And Appledusk, her so-called father who never came for her or her mother. Who left them to die. What’s worse is that she looks like him. She resents that.

Now she has faces to imagine tearing open and other, disturbingly explicit acts no kit should have. Consumed by hatred, her rage calls to the Dark Forest, back when it was ancient and more barren.

At the exact same time, Mapleshade, now a vengeful spirit, thinks of her kits. When Petalkit’s face appears in her mind, she unknowingly creates a connection between them through the Dark Forest. Without meaning to, she summons Petalkit into the Dark Forest, but on the farthest edge, completely opposite of where she is and separated by an expansive, dark lake. Completely oblivious of eachother.

Still filled with savage, merciless thoughts, Petalkit wanders around. She swears to herself that she will never feel fear again. She will become fear. That is what she wants to be when she grows up.

During her exploration, she accidentally falls into the Dark Lake. Terrified of almost drowning again, Petalkit desperately swims to the surface.

What she does not realize is that time moves slowly in the water. The reason cats who vanish into the lake are said to never be seen again, is not because they drown. It is because they emerge forward in time. When Petalkit surfaces, she is surprised to find herself no longer in the Dark Forest and that her claws have turned obsidian black, gleaming like polished stone.

At that moment, a ThunderClan patrol approaches. Petalkit hides as the warriors stumble upon Thistleclaw’s dead body. Among them is Tigerclaw, a newly made warrior, still young and stunned to find his mentor dead.Petalkit flees, slowly realizing something is wrong. When she discovers her mother’s body is no longer where she left it, and the entire landscape has changed, she panics and returns to the Dark Forest. There, she seeks refuge and claims a spot of her own, determined to stay far from Clan cats. However, she is discovered by Thistleclaw, now a new resident of the Dark Forest.

She immediately spits at him to get out of her territory, refusing to let another cat take anything from her. She boldly attacks, tiny jaws clamping down on his throat. Despite her little teeth having no effect on him, her intent is unquestionable. This catches Thistleclaw’s interest. Deeply amused, he watches the furious kit spewing death threats, hissing that when she is big and scary, she will kill him. She meant every word. She wants to know how to kill. 

Now free from the scrutiny of his living Clanmates, Thistleclaw sees an opportunity he cannot refuse. An apprentice he can train without restraint, exactly the way he wants. Taking her under his wing, he promises to shape her into what she claims she wants to be. 

The most terrifying cat the forest has ever seen.

It does not take long for Thistleclaw to piece together who Petalkit is, despite his initial misgivings. This only deepens his interest. He realizes he can mold Mapleshade’s daughter into his legacy and make her loyal to him. Driven by ambition, he keeps Petalkit hidden from Mapleshade and isolates her from any influence but his own. Petalkit will be his greatest creation, convinced he will rise above Mapleshade and turn her own daughter against her mother.

Guiding her to survive as a rogue on her own during her waking hours and forging her into a killer when she dreams, Thistleclaw fuels her hatred, indoctrinating her with his ideologies that the world is kill or be killed. To take what is hers. As Petalkit grows, her coat begins to darken. As if mirroring her utter rejection and disdain for her father, she sheds any resemblance to him, taking after Mapleshade instead. Sharing her mother’s vengeful and relentless nature, she excels in Thistleclaw’s training. So much so that as Petalpaw, Thistleclaw turns her into his personal, undefeated champion. She no longer just kills. She performs. She becomes Bloodpetal. Every cat is prey to her.

However, training her is not as easy as he imagined. Petalkit is far from an eager, obedient apprentice like Tigerpaw was. She is bold, defiant, sharp-tongued, fearless, and far too clever for her own good. He was not prepared for her abundance of sass.

This is going to be more challenging than he thought…

This is where our story truly begins.

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And there we have it! I will be sharing more about the story, plot and lore in future posts. For now, here is the basic summary and prologue's plot. Above is a song I imagine being the overall themesong.

My intent is to tell this story through multimedia. The primary, ambitious goal is to create a series of mainly PMVs, with some written scenes or lore accompanied with pictures or possibly comic pages. Currently I'm working on on my first PMV that will cover this prologue! The song to the PMV will be MONSTER by Chandler Leighton. Wish me luck! I never made a PMV before!

⛔️ Spottedleaf's Heart never happened. We don't talk about that trash in this AU house.

[tidalclan]

its tidal time baby!

decided to go back and freshen up some of the refs. really did not like larch's design ugh. coldpaw is gonna have to grow on me, she's got the bengal pelt and MAN that is not easy for me

larchmask and tidefur aren't the founders but i mean im not gonna leave em out. this is the clan at around moon 10, which is probably gonna be posted tomorrow

[satoruhour]

LESSON NO. 1

a/n: bassist!geto teaching you how to play the guitar. loosely based off this but not really connected. as requested by @alcospray 💟 i dont play bass so i just watched a whole bunch of videos for just one song - any bass players wanna correct me feel free to do so ;"). only if u look like geto tho /j. they havent say the three words to each other yet, read it with that in mind :3

wc: 2.1k

“any update from your fan?” gojo nudges him playfully as they wait for the principle of the university to introduce their band for the freshmen orientation, which, weirdly, something that the four of them never thought would happen. they sang about topics that wouldn’t normally get talked about or were shunned — politics, capitalism, authoritarianism — and yet being introduced by the principle of their place of education was quite ironic.

the bassist doesn’t hear gojo at all, not even when his best friend tries to tease him by calling you his fan. there were too many things in geto’s mind way even before this whole performance: his finals, a rival band that sought out to create false rumours about them, you.

always, you, the unexpected distracting thing that infiltrates his mind without fail. from the first night you trodded over to his dorms, opening up to him and letting him take care of you, to the many dates after. he’s taken you to cafés, watched you study way too many times, or simply let you sit through one of his song formation days.

a conscious effort to keep his distance and everything is just you, you, you, and geto is terrified. he’s never liked the kind of love with strings attached, with those mushy, complicated feelings, but no one-night stand, no quick fuck has ever made him feel the way you do.

but lately, he’s seen less of you, unwillingly accepting the principle’s offer to perform for the freshmen because he knew you were one of the group leaders ushering in the new students. at least he could try to search for you in the crowds, even getting a cheeky little text about where your group was meant to sit a week ago. he could be granted at least that when you both have been working so hard for final exams that you two could hardly see each other.

although, throughout their whole set, he sees everyone but you. he loses the bass line often, looks lost on the stage, needs to be cued in, something that never happens to the geto suguru. he’s always been a natural, and yet when it comes to you, you ruin him in the best way possible.

“hey— hey! man, what was that?” gojo slaps him on the back but it doesn’t even register in geto’s head, not really bothered by how he messed up the performance if it wasn’t for gojo’s vocals and shoko adding in her own improvisations for her parts. nanami can only shrug as he comes around to geto’s front.

“she wasn’t there, i looked, too,” nanami mumbled, tapping his drumsticks on his shoulder, “but you’re the most passionate guy i know who loves his guitars and bass lines.”

gojo has to chime in, “he’s the only bass guitarist you know, nanamiii!” and shoko pulls him back with a smack to the back of his head.

the dark-haired guy only clicks his tongue, “sorry ’bout him.”

nanami waves his drumsticks before pointing them at his face, “i know you’re obsessed with her, but i don’t wanna be a drummer if i can’t work with my bassist. sort this out before our next gig. she’s a sweet girl . . just, not when it’s at the expense of the band.”

geto only sighs in relief, landing a hand on his drummer’s shoulder.

“thank you, nanami.” the two exchange smiles before he gives a salute to his other two friends (“do you think he finally loves someone enough for him to be distracted on stage?” shoko says, and gojo gasps dramatically), heading out from the wings and down the stairs at the front of the stage where people look confused at the recent performer looking high and low for where your group was meant to be seated.

he sees not you, but rather your group leader mates who he’s at least seen pictures of, so he has no qualms about heading over to ask about your whereabouts — “the last thing she told our head group leader was that she was down with a nasty flu . . terrible fever and all. our main group leader went to her dorms to check on her and she’s unfit for doing orientations activities. we just sent her loads of soup packets and pei pa koa’s.”

geto laughs at the last part, knowing your need for sweet things. when it’s combined with a soothing coating for your throat, it’s pretty much the only thing you take when you’re sick. with a quick thanks, geto races for the campus bus straight to your dorm, the bass carried on his back rattling with his capo, chord sheets and mute nosily.

at least your annoying roommate’s gone home before school starts so it’s only you when geto knocks on the door. his knuckles rap against the wood, heart breaking when he hears your hoarse voice answer from the other side. soon, he can hear your feet moving towards the door, but it takes a while from how your body is, knocking over some things in the process.

“c-coming!” you groan out, wrapped in layers of clothing and feeling so hot you feel like you were in hell. but you aren’t expecting the sight when you open the door: your boyfriend panting, the guitar case behind him only telling you he’s come straight from the freshmen gig, the expression on his face.

“s-su!” you exclaim, both excitedly and a little worried because you didn’t want to get him sick, something you regret immediately when you go to clutch your throat.

“oh, baby,” geto brushes the hoodie off your head and brushes away the mess of your hair, “you look so pale, i— i would’ve come sooner if i knew—!”

“that’s why i didn’t tell you,” you pout, pushing away his hand gently and stepping back. it hurts to speak, but you feel like you at least need to explain your absence to him, “i was afraid you’d ditch the performance. also— don’t want you to get sick.”

suguru’s expression softens, “don’t worry about me, doll. come,” he takes one more step towards you and you feel so safe with him you don’t take a step away, “let me take care of you.”

the next hours are full of geto, a revered bassist in an upcoming band who dons long hair, piercings and has a menacing dragon down his arm alongside some boots, taking care of you. he runs back and forth between the pantry to make sure you have enough hot water, boiling hot soup to drink, enough layers to keep you warm and even calling gojo to get some tylenol from the supermarket.

“take a breather, sugu, i’m not gonna die,” you laugh slightly with a rasp to your voice, squeezing his hand as you rest against his shoulder. he’s made sure you at least have something in your stomach and enough hot water to power a hot spring, worry showing through his heartbeat when the hand he holds is still so warm.

“you’re heating up loads, baby,” geto frowns, turning his head to plant a kiss on the top of your head. he rolls his eyes when he hears it’s because you’re here. “do you want me to put cool towels on your head?”

you giggle again and cough, sniffling the mucus back up your nose, “no, it’s okay — you’d have to go to the pantry again to get water and i just want . . you here.”

suguru only hums, something akin to a melody that you don’t quite know but you’re happy to listen to his gruff voice anyway. the way he vibrates as he hums sends a calming feeling right to your body, and how he looks and feels so different from the very first time you were alone together.

he seemed so cool, passing the blunt to you and blowing his smoke into your mouth, kissing you like you’re just another girl in his roster; but right now, you were far from it.

now, not only is he still cool, but he’s also the most caring person you know and is something so far from his appearance and band: this is just one in many instances of how much he takes care of you. from the same fingers that strum upon the stainless steel, they travel miles over your body, your face like the first songs he learned on the guitar, weaving a melody and language so intricate only the two of you speak it.

silently, you feel him push you forward while he slots his legs on the other side of your body, letting you naturally rest with your back to his chest. “wanna learn?”

“i am in the most terrible state, suguru,” you whisper, reaching over to take a tissue. there, you blow your nose and clear out your nostrils until the next round, groaning softly at the grossness of the tissue.

“ohh . . but wasn’t someone saying that she isn’t dying?”

your jaw drops, “i can’t believe you would use that against me.”

the corners of your boyfriend’s lips turn up in a sly smile, “just quoting my girl. but—”

this time, he’s the one reaching over much further than you, hand clutching the neck of the guitar through the bag. gently, he settles it on both your laps, laughing when a small oof leaves your lips at just how heavy his bass was.

“i’ll do all the playing, you just mirror my movements.” with one more kiss to your temple, geto reaches around easily to play the starting notes of psycho killer. while there’s a clear layering of the lead, vocals and drums in his head, you’re just left confused by the repetitive bass.

but soon, you’re able to catch the notes that repeat over eight counts, hypnotised by the other’s longer fingers as they transition into the chorus line. it’s a little more complicated, now, descending into chords that you frankly don’t have any grasp on. one look at your face is enough to send him into soft laughter.

“okay, okay, let’s just focus on the verse.” if you weren’t feeling lightheaded from the fever before, you are now when geto curls his hands around yours, placing your finger easily on the fifth fret of the first string.

“so here . . we have the first bar of A notes, easy? then . .” he demonstrates the first four notes, plucking the strings for you before moving it down to the third fret to play the G note. a small smile spreads across his face when you slowly get the hang of it: six notes of A, two eighth notes, and then a G on the same string. geto slowly releases his left, letting you play on the melody while he helps you to pluck.

“that’s it,” still natural, it doesn’t faze geto at all to nuzzle his head into your neck from behind and to start kissing up your shoulder to your jaw, fingers still expertly plucking the string. the both of you repeat the bass line until he’s grabbing your awkward right hand and quietly, he angles your fingers so you’re following him, “you’re a fast learner.”

“i have a great teacher,” you mumble, and suguru doesn’t tell you that you just willingly kissed his jaw out of habit — because he knows you’d freak out at the possibility of getting him sick. it’s sweet, that in your delirious state you’re still acting out of admiration at the back of your mind. like the bass, loving geto feels as natural as the repetitiveness of psycho killer.

the bass notes reverberates through your bodies, just almost acting like a trance that makes your fingers falter upon the steel strings. he goes on to slowly play the chorus, stretching his fingers into weird shapes. he plays various chords, voice cracking just a bit when he tries to sing the vocals and you laugh softly.

“i just don’t have satoru’s higher register.” geto jokes, knowing you’re close to falling asleep from the way you hum and give one worded answers, so he easily takes over from you, changing it to an easy song. you let the low notes of the bass serenade you to sleep as you curl more into your boyfriend, but not before you hear a glimpse of geto’s harmonised singing to yellow.

it’s not often you hear him sing, being a bassist and all, but there is a nice edge to his voice — not quite made for vocals but you know he can do it if he tries. and even if you don’t voice it out, geto thinks the same thing. it’s similar to this stupid love thing that’s got him all tangled up and distracted, too, and he realises so many new things about himself through you.

you give love a fresh breath of life, nothing like the things suguru sings about in his unfinished demos and notebooks — multitude of things that involved you and his fucked-up perceptions and the foolishness of his parents telling him he’d find the same. you are all he thinks about when he sees the black cough syrup and he can’t stop craving the feel of your body against his.

the moment your breathing turns even and you sag against his embrace is when the strings stops and his breathing escalates. in geto suguru’s arms is the personification of something he never thought he would let into his life, yet you carry the choirs of love and acceptance so effortlessly like heath’s bass guitar solos and atsushi sakurai’s spotless vocals.

suguru’s head simply falls onto your unknowing shoulder, a small fuck that leaves his lips and a smile that he can’t contain is all he needs to know.

@mysugu @suget @slttygeto @na-t0 💟

[world-of-wales]

WILL & CAT'S 2005 GETAWAY TO THE ISLE OF MULL!

They may now be known locally as Lord and Lady of the Isles. But Prince William and his then girlfriend, Catherine, didn't stand on ceremony when they first visited the beautiful Isle of Mull as students.

The couple stayed on the island in the Inner Hebrides in 2005 following their final exams at St Andrew's University, where they first met and fell in love.

They enjoyed their stay so much that they even had a 'water bomb match' with their neighbours, sipped pints in the local pub, did their shopping in the Co-op and enjoyed a friendly BBQ with locals.

Along with a group of friends, they rented Victoria Cottage on Breadalbane Street in Tobermory. W&C and their group enjoyed a four-day, self-catering stay at their holiday let overlooking the harbour before they returned to university for their gradation that June.

William was spotted on the ferry over from Oban, on the Scottish mainland, with passengers apparently staring in disbelief. One passenger said he was 'very chatty' on the boat and made no effort to hide his identity.

Arriving on Mull, the group dropped their bags off at their cottage before popping down to the local Co-op for provisions.

He was very handsome and very polite

- a staff member about Will

The future king was also seen in the local pub watching the British Lions in New Zealand and then went back to the shop with friends to buy a picnic lunch before heading out into the hills walking.

He was minding his own business and so did everyone else. His family have a lot of connections on the west coast of Scotland and that is probably why he has decided to holiday here

- a shop worker.

Discussing their upcoming visit, a source said :

'William and Kate were here previously. They were open to the public, just a normal couple enjoying a break away.

They had fun with the local neighbours with a water bomb match and had a BBQ with them too. They were just very normal people, without any royal airs and graces. It was really nice to see.'

As per another source:

'There was a whole gang on them just having a break, all very chilled. There was no fuss or fanfare and because William acted so low-key and normal, all the people around here did too.

The funny thing was that Princess Anne was also visiting the island at the same time and they both ended up in the Co-op together.

What at the chances of having two members of the Royal Family here at the same time - and in the same shop?

Anne comes here a lot when she stops off on her boat, but it was very funny to see them both queuing together - William was standing behind her.

It just goes to show that if people as famous as the Royal Family don't make a fuss, then no-one else does too. You would barely see the security with them. It was all very low-key.'

[shelter-clangen]

I need to know. For science

[salt-clangen]

Hanukkah Sameach!

Happy 1st night of Hanukkah to all that celebrate! Here’s the story of how Wolfstar got her first ear nick.

The incident happened when she was apprenticed in Duskclan, after doing poorly during a mock fight, Clearpaw (the blue/grey tabby tom in the first 2 pics) taunts Wolfpaw. After several incidents like this the two make an agreement to sneak out of camp and spar to see who was better.

Clearpaw had the advantage and would’ve won but he was smug and underestimated her, giving her the in to win. They got scraped up on bloody by the time she managed to pin him and win.

However Wolfpaw should’ve known that wherever Clearpaw is, Sparkpaw is sure to follow. The large red molly, angry her friend lost, ran out of her hiding place and grabbed Wolfpaw by the ear, ripping it in the process.

She probably would’ve done worse if Jaggedstar and Stoatfang hadn’t happened upon them. Enraged Jaggedstar grabbed Sparkpaw and threw her off her daughter.

Both Sparkpaw and Clearpaw were uninjured aside from scrapes and bruises, but Wolfpaw’s ear was bleeding heavily. Stoatfang and Greyclaw punished their respective apprentices heavily with unwanted chores and long lectures about the warrior code.

Jaggedstar lecture Wolfpaw for fighting and sneaking out, but was secretly pleased her daughter had managed to win and stand up for herself.

[nimbusclan]

Pt. 1 of @ranchclan's ask!

It's been a while since we've seen these kitties. Those who have been keeping up with the comic may recognize them 👀

[rubydubsnuby]

More of this

[mourningsbane]

I couldn’t find any info on mourningsbane (is it a plant you created for the story?) buutttt I do know that lilies are poisonous to cats, which is just casually growing in the healer’s den… hmmm suspicious. As for why Tanglefern would (theoretically) do this? I have no clue! Bearface and Honeyspring were friends, but that’s about as much as I know! Maybe his biggest mistake was killing Honeyspring too early

Having a blast reading this and throughly enjoying the art with it, I can’t wait to see where this goes!!

Mourningsbane (and its partner, Clottingroot, was created for the story! Mourningsbane itself, though resembling lilies, is not a true lily. It's actually in the Veratrum genus and contains veratridine and 2-Deoxyjervine.

Clottingroot is a flowering plant that heavily mimics Mourningsbane to deter predation. It's called Clottingroot by the clans because its roots are gathered, crushed, and rubbed into moss to encourage blood clotting.

It's an easy mistake to make, isn't it?

[echoes-in-echoclan]

I LOVE KESTRELSTAR CARING ABOUT PEOPLE RAAHHH

Quillpaw belongs to @blazingmicah-wc

Moon 0 

Moon 44.2 - Moon 44.4

[tidalclan]

TidalClan Allegiances - Moon 23

Style might change. I was initially inspired by the style of sporeclan’s allegiance sheet (check them out, they are phenomenal), so this may not be permanent.

Written Descriptions below the cut:

Leader

Shadestar - a long-furred dark gray tabby with a white half-face, front paws and striped tail Female | She/Her | Cold | Eloquent Speaker & Omen Seeker | Founder | Sibling to Lightchaser | 9 Lives Remaining

Deputy

Lightchaser - a long-furred dark ginger tabby with white eye markings and tail tip Male | He/Him | Responsible | Great Storyteller & Great Mediator | Founder | Sibling to Shadestar

Medic Cat

Coldcrash - a short-furred, unusually dappled golden she-cat with blue eyes Female | She/Her | Childish | Unshakable StarClan Link | Founder

Warriors

Segaspeckle - a long-furred white tom with brown tabby back and tail markings Male | He/Him | Playful | Impressive Climber & Great Teacher | Former Loner

Tidefur - a black ticked she-cat with silver eyes Female | She/Her | Daring | Lore Keeper & Good Climber | Former Kittypet

Larchmask - a masked dark gray tabby she-cat with blue eyes Female | She/Her | Faithful | Masterful Storyteller | Former Loner

(TBA) Palecinder - a white she-cat with dark grey speckled patches and tail Female | She/Her | Charismatic | Great Teacher | Former Loner

Apprentices

Kits

Dawnkit - a long-furred dark ginger tabby tom with a white chest mark and blue eyes Male | He/Him | Polite | Quick to Make Peace | Clanborn (Son of Lightchaser and Tidefur)

Splinterkit - a long-furred speckled dark gray and white she-cat Female | She/Her | Fearless | Avid-Playfighter | Abandoned (Adopted by Tidefur)

Queens

Elders

[bonefall]

I have a question about cows! Do you know if Holsteins produce milk with higher amounts of lactose? Because I know tons of people that eat dairy back in the home country but develop some strange lactose intolerance in the States, and I've been trying to figure out why. Thank you!

For a REALLY solid answer I'd need to know what your home country is so I could compare it to the US! There's a LOT of variation between the cattle and dairy production of different regions, from the sorts of breeds used down to the very way that milk sold on the shelf is preserved and classified.

As examples, Italy uses different preservation methods that assume the consumer is buying less milk at a time so it can be fresher, Kenya's market is mostly small producers using traditional open-pasture methods (though this is changing and please for the love of god do not move towards holsteins it's a fucking trap), India's milk mostly comes from native cow and buffalo breeds, etc.

But I can say for certain;

Holsteins typically produce slightly less lactose than other breeds because their milk is practically boob water. There are also studies that show that crossing cattle with holsteins makes their milk less nutritious.

Milk taste and nutrition is influenced by a TON of factors, including diet, exercise, mental health, and even time between milkings.

American food safety standards are terrible, and are about to get even worse because of the current administration.

Anecdotally, I've heard a LOT of stories about American milk making visitors and returning travelers sick. I can also confirm that milk in the UK just plain tastes better.

In fact as a personal story, here in the states I only ever buy Lactaid brand milk, which has lactASE added to break down the lactOSE. Regular milk here gives me problems when I drink more than a glass of it.

(store brand lactose-free milk works too, and is cheaper, but this is one of those situations where the off-brand stuff doesn't taste as yummy imo.)

While I was with my partner overseas, I was drinking regular whole milk from the regular convenience store with ZERO problems. Straight chugging it daily AND adding it to every cup of tea I had. I'm already a milk fiend here but I was a milk SUPERVILLAIN over there.

So I recommend trying lactose-free, to see if it works. I'm not even lactose intolerant, but it helped me.

There's also a budding discussion about a protein structure found in the milk of certain northern dairy breeds, including the holstein, called A1 beta-casein. This protein is extremely common in American milk, and there is evidence that some people have a negative reaction to it.

but PLEASE BE VERY CAREFUL WHEN YOU RESEARCH THIS TOPIC.

It's one of those nutritional subjects that's still being heavily researched, but snake oil salesmen and brain worm warriors are trying to turn A1 milk into the newest Hash Slinging Slasher. Y'know. The autism-causing, diabetes-making, heart-attack inducing boogeyman which is the reason why we should all be afraid UNLESS you buy my product.

SO, be very skeptical of the "health benefit" claims, and keep an eye on study bias with the knowledge that a lot of research was funded by organizations trying to sell milk without A1.

THAT SAID, a type of milk that's A1/A2 (has some A1 beta-casein) or A2/A2 (contains absolutely no A1 beta-casein) might help. MOST traditional breeds produce A2/A2 milk-- unless, of course, they were outbred to certain European cattle breeds. Non-cattle animals, like goats and camels, also produce A2/A2.

TL;DR

Try lactose-free milk or A2/A2 milk, those might fix the issue.

(Also this is NOT a raw milk friendly space. If anyone attempts to respond to this post with the endorsement of raw milk, I will unzip you throat to tail in front of all four Clans of the forest. Brainworm Bobbies DNI)

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