Summary: I've been on the run for some time, it hasn't been fun and I must say it's quite lonesome on these long journeys...but it's what I must do. Things change when I run into a human and his two animal companions. They wish to join me but I'm afraid what will happen to them if they enter my tightly woven world...

Notes and Disclaimer:

I don't think anyone has done this before and if they have sorry! I hope our stories aren't to much alike :c.

But I wanted to do a story about Blanca from Animal Crossing. I find the fact that we don't know why she's on the run is fasinating and mysterious and has made me want to write a story about it. Now this story is going to possibly be very long and slow moving so don't expect to many updates, I am working on my other story too but I wanted to write this one it's been nagging at me for some time X3.

I don't own any of the characters except for Silver who's the human in this and a few animals, oh and I own the plot line!

Please Enjoy:

Diary of a Mysterious White Cat

March 1, 2002

It's been some time since I've done any writing in this stupid thing. I don't even know why I keep one of these…I move from town to town so fast and so frequently nothing special ever happens and I don't make any friends.

I sip gingerly at my coffee as I scribble into my diary, the one my mother gave me when I was just a kitten. It was a nice diary actually, the words 'My Thoughts' graced the front in gold coloring, it married the white cover embroidered in now tattered lace well. Sighing I close the diary and get ready to lock it, subconsciously I reach for my neck and feel the key just behind the bell on my chocker, precaution before locking my thoughts away. Sighing I tucked one of my only belongs into my pack.

Getting up I pay the cashier who looks at me strangely, I'm unfazed by this. You see my face is white, not just white but blank. I have not face…or at least that's what I want everyone to think. Just under this 'mask' is my sky blue eyes, pink nose, and small mouth. Not that I'd let anyone see my true face, it's to risky you see.

Believe it or not this pretty white kitty is on the run. I walk out of the coffee shop and sit on the bench at the train station, it's my time to head out of here. As I sit on the park bench I gingerly stroke my fluffy white tail and sigh. I take cautious looks around and continue to stroke the fluffy appendage. I have to continue this, there is not way around it. I take out a sharpie marker and tiny mirror out of my bag and draw a new face as quickly as possible, my little mirror aiding me.

Just as I finish the train pulls slowly up and I hop off the bench and trot towards it, running up the stares I looks back and see a black figure quickly hide away behind a trash can, they think I can't see them but I know they're there. Sighing I find the nearest seat across from a human, who stares idly out the window. He spares a glance at me and I find it nice when he smiles. I give him a quant smile and look to my paws.

How's this for a prologe? Suckish I know but it has to start somewhere.