Think About It

Think About It 
Think about it.
Maybe everything you've been told isn't true, but has been lied about for a reason? You may ask, why lie? Lying has no excuse, no backstory, no reason.
Maybe, it does. In some, microscopic, blasphemously true way.
If you'd stop to think about everything, maybe you'd realize something, instead of following the pawsteps of your predecesors like a blind fox. No one stopped to bother about your queries and no one ever will. No one explained why a language existed, why we spoke in it, did they? No one ever stopped to explain why cats were cats and dogs were dogs. No one ever stopped to explain anything. 
Maybe, every word was placed in each carefully contructed sentence to decieve you. And because of trust and pride, you believed, like a hopeless child, following a thin, endless line of thread. But because of trust, you thought their tongues were made of stainless steel and shimmering gold and that they could be trusted.
You may think this is all blasphemy, but think again. 
Maybe everything you know is upside down, twisted in a circle and placed within your very soul to confuse you. Confusion is utterly legittemate, but it was forced by illegitimate syllables, passed from mouth to mouth to mouth through speech. 
But like your mother's milk, your father's teachings, your siblings' bickering, you take it all in and bury it down and believe it is all legittimate, coming from trusted mouths that were tainted with lies, lies passed down from each generation, until it reached you. 
If you still think all of this is unreal, the very depth of lies, listen and you will find every single truth to every single lie you have known to be spoken.
And who better than me, to tell you?
---------------------------THE BEGINNING --------------------------
Trembling against my mother's side, like usual. It seemed legittimate at the time, but somehow I knew something was up. My littermates had not a single idea in their minds, not one, not yet. I was the only one to open my eyes, but I felt so weak... So I drank from my mother's side like a normal kitten, my thoughts already compacting into three words.
Truth or Lie?
My eyes opened and I felt my mother's flank rising and falling, a little brisker than usual. I decided to let it slip and climbed out of the nest, to awaken a fellow kit of another mother, Vixenkit. 
TO BE CONTINUED
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