Alright, chapter 4 is now up! And Happy Halloween to you all!

frostforge44- You didn't expect Thoughtful being friends with Azrael? Good! I didn't want it to be obvious! And I updated again! Hooray! Glad you liked the last chapter!

Callister The Great- Thoughtful and Azrael will stay friends for a very long time! How does she know how to speak cat? Well, that's a mystery *evil grin* YES! You're right! Handy painted her mushroom so that the base would look like her hair, the cap would look like her hat, and the chimney would be her feather! Very good!

EmmiBrooke- I'm glad you love this story! The pairing for Thoughtful won't be revealed until... later chapters. Just to keep you guys guessing!

Chloe- I'm glad you like the friendship between Thoughtful and Azrael! And don't worry. I'm sure Painter will tell you soon. ;)

FrittzyCrazy- *Laughs, embarrassed* well, I wasn't going quite that deep, but I suppose your theory would work, too. Handy painted the mushroom to look like Thoughtful's head. Good guess, though.

ALERT- This story had been plotted out in June of 2012. Every similarity is coincidental and I guarantee that I copied off of no one. Everything with the exception of Gutsy is based off of the cartoons.

Disclaimers!

Jokey: Ahyuk! Thoughtful belongs to Benny!

Tracker: The rest of us Smurfs belong to Peyo!

Hope you enjoy chapter 4!


Thoughtful sat up with a jolt. The bright light from the sun shone happily through her windows. Odd, she thought, putting her glasses on her nose and pushing the covers off her body. It was morning, but it was earlier than she normally arose. I wonder what woke me up.

There was a banging on the door that made Thoughtful jump. Well, now I know what woke me up, the feathered Smurfette thought as she walked downstairs and opened the door.

There stood a certain prankster Smurf, hands behind his back, feet shuffling nervously in the dirt."Oh. Hello, Jokey," Thoughtful greeted, stifling a yawn. "What can I smurf for you?"

He didn't make eye contact with the Smurfette when he started to talk. "You remember two days ago? When I gave you that surprise?"

Thoughtful laughed lightly. "How could I forget?"

"W-well," Jokey continued, "I just wanted to say I feel r-really sorry about that, so I made you a present." He drew out his hands, revealing a yellow package with red ribbon, much like his boom boxes. "H-here. I hope you like it."

The feathered Smurfette gave Jokey a comforting smile, showing him that all was forgiven. "Thank you very much, Jokey."

"WAIT!" A very familiar voice called out, causing Thoughtful and Jokey to turn their heads. A certain spectacled Smurf was rushing up to the two of them, urgency radiating off of him in waves. "Don't open that, Thoughtful! The chances of this present not exploding right in your face is a million to one!" In one fluid motion, Brainy grabbed the gift out of Thoughtful's hands and tossed it as hard as he could. It landed with splat on the ground.

After a moment's pause, the raven-haired Smurfette looked at Brainy calmly. "I don't think explosions go 'splat', Brainy."

Jokey pulled his hat over his eyes, trying to vent his anger at something other than the meddling intellect. "I worked all day yesterday on that surprise cake! Now it's ruined!"

"Well," Brainy stammered, face turning a bit sheepish, "Everyone makes mistakes."

"Why, you~" Jokey cut off as he started to chase Brainy down the path. The spectacled Smurf had the good sense to run while he still could, screaming for Papa Smurf.

Thoughtful watched them with amusement until they'd ran out of sight, then she gave a little giggle. Silly Smurfs. Shutting the door to her house, she walked down the stone path to where Jokey's cake had landed.

Peeling away the remains of the yellow paper and red ribbon, the quiet Smurfette gazed in wonder at the messy pastry. The base coat was a green-blue, the color of the sea. Around the edges was what looked to have been a decorative yellow icing border. Small white dots were placed in a pattern around the surface of the two layers. Worked all day is right, she thought. This is really intricate. I bet it would've taken an experienced chef a couple of hours to make this.

Something else caught her eyes. Resting at the top of the cake was a smaller version of Jokey's surprises, smaller than the palm of her hand. It wasn't made of anything edible, so that must've meant that the prankster had wanted her to keep it. On one side of the box, it said in small black lettering, 'Jokey Smurf'.

How absosmurfly sweet of him! Thoughtful's heart soared. She put the small ornament into the pocket of her beige pants, then set off on an early walk and maybe to find Jokey.

Sooner than she'd like, a shrill ringing sounded through the air. Handy had told her that it was the meal bell and Greedy rang it when the food was ready. Good thing, too, She thought. I'm smurfed.

Following her nose, Thoughtful found her way to the dining hall, the large building where everyone ate their meals. Voices already rose from inside and Thoughtful could recognize some of the especially loud ones like Hefty and Harmony.

The benches around the long wooden table were filled with Smurfs, chatting with others as they waited for their food. Thoughtful cast her eyes over the benches, looking for an empty spot.

"Thoughtful!" The raven-haired Smurfette looked in the direction of the cheery call. Tracker was waving to her with one hand, patting the empty space on the bench beside him with the other. She grinned widely and sat down next to him.

"Good morning, Tracker. Thank you for letting me sit here."

"My pleasure, Thoughtful!" Tracker yawned, then continued, "I didn't see you at all yestersmurf evening. Where were you?"

Thoughtful smiled to herself as yesterdays' events replayed through her head. She started to tell Tracker all about her adventure in the forest, how she got captured by Gargamel and escaped fairly easily. She left out the parts about her and Azrael, though, not wanting Tracker to worry about her making friends with an 'enemy'.

Greedy suddenly burst in from the kitchen, hands full of pots and dishes. "Chow's on, Smurfs!" He chirped happily, setting the pots lovingly onto the table. The platters were passed around the table and Thoughtful gazed in wonder at the interesting foods, some of which she'd never seen before. There were dark green leaves with pronounced veins, a pot of something tan and chunky, and bowls upon bowls of reddish purple berries.

She picked one up, curiously rolling it between her middle finger, pointer, and thumb. The color seemed oddly familiar…

She wasn't in the dining hall anymore. She was in a different building with other shapes. They had more color than the Smurfs in the village. There were different shades of colors on their heads and on their bodies. They were sitting around a table, eating something. Though the shapes were blurred and unfocused, the berry in her blue hand was as clear as day.

Thoughtful sent her eyes around the room, the shapes and colors merging together, then separating once she'd paused. The shape beside her was a bit clearer than the others.

The feathered Smurfette saw brown hair. Though the details of the face were indistinguishable, she could see that it was a fair amount daintier than male Smurfs. A female? Like Smurfette, Sassette, and I? The Smurfette next to her turned to her and Thoughtful saw light freckles across her cheeks. "Thoughtful?"

She blinked and realized that she was staring at Tracker's concerned features. "Thoughtful? Are you smurfy?"

She didn't answer. A village full of Smurfettes. I am from a Smurfette Village.

Tracker had put a hand on her shoulder. "Thoughtful! Say something!"

She slid out from the bench, explaining to her friend quickly, "I need to go see Papa Smurf."

He frowned. "Are you feeling alright? Should I smurf with you?"

"No, thank you. I'm fine." Thoughtful walked as calmly as she could out the door, then sprinted to Papa Smurf's mushroom. "Papa!"

He turned at the sound of her urgent voice. "Is something the matter, Thoughtful?"

She tried to relax, but she was breathing hard, from both her vision and the short run to Papa's. "I think I'm from a Smurfette Village, Papa Smurf."

Silence on his end. Then, he gestured for her to sit on a stool. "Tell me all about it, Thoughtful."

So Thoughtful retold the vision to the best of her ability. Once she was finished, Papa Smurf just nodded, his face showing that his brain was working hard. "A Smurfette Village. I never thought of that as a possibility. Let me check my books…" the red-clad Smurf started thumbing through various volumes, his back to Thoughtful.

Now would be a good time to leave. The raven-haired Smurfette stood and quietly tiptoed out of the mushroom, leaving Papa to his research.

I really should go to bed now and recharge from my vision, she thought as she walked down the village paths, hands behind her back. But I don't FEEL unsmurfy. The forest caught her eye once again and Thoughtful allowed a half-smile to grace her lips. I'll go see the good cat again.


The hovel was just as disgusting today as it was yesterday. Doesn't that wizard EVER clean up? The raven-haired Smurfette thought, weaving around a pile of mold. Gross.

She was quickly approaching the sleeping tabby. Gargamel had apparently gone out so the building was empty of life except for the Smurfette herself and her cat friend.

"Azrael," Thoughtful half called half whispered. She saw his ear twitch, but he was in too deep a sleep for her voice to rouse him. So the feathered Smurfette crept closer until she was almost touching his large orange paws. "Azrael?"

The cat opened a yellow eye and it shifted down to her. Then the other one opened and his mouth widened into a cattish grin. "Kitty Smurfette! You came back."

"Of course!" Thoughtful hugged the tabby around his neck. "But I can't stay for very long. Everysmurf in the village will notice me gone if I don't go back soon."

"I understand, Kitty." Azrael meowed. He settled his head back onto his paws, giving her a relaxed gaze. "So, what did you come for? Or did you simply feel obligated to come?"

"I want to tell you about my grand adventures," Thoughtful teased, sitting down on the stone floor.

"Oh, do tell, good Smurfette," the tabby smirked at her.

Thoughtful told Azrael about how she was found in the forest by Tracker and how she kept having 'visions' about her past. The tabby listened, interested, through the entire story, asking only the occasional question. When she told him about seeing other Smurfettes, his face grew mildly surprised.

"Natural Smurfettes? Is that even possible?"

"It would seem so." The feathered Smurfette answered. "What about you? How'd a nice cat like yourself end up here at Gargamel's?"

Azrael sighed. "It is a long story, Kitty Smurfette, and one I do not wish to tell."

"Oh," Thoughtful felt disappointed for a moment, then said, "Well, I can respect that."

Azrael had perked up, holding his head erect and swiveling his ears to catch sounds. "Your people are looking for you, Kitty."

Listening hard herself, Thoughtful heard her name being called very faintly. "I have stayed here as long as I can, good cat. I must leave now."

Azrael shifted, putting his head on his paws again. "I look forward to chatting with you again, my friend. Stay safe."

"Thank you and goodbye," Thoughtful gave him another short hug, then traveled out of the hovel and ran off into the forest.