Ok, so this is the first chapter of my OC story. I hope it doesn't stink.

Tracker: Don't worry, Benny. It won't.

Oh. Yeah. I suppose I should mention that I'll be doing kind of a interview with the smurfs in my author's note. But since Tracker's the only one in this chapter, he's the only one with me right now. Also, I'll be answering reviews here.

Tracker: But maybe you should get on with the story.

Right. You wanna do the disclaimer?

Tracker: Alright. The Smurfs and I belong to Peyo, but the OC in here belongs to Reubenizadorables625 and you can't use her without permission.

We're not giving away the name quite yet! ;)

It was a normal day for Tracker Smurf. Wake up, breakfast at the mess hall, then a stroll through the forest before needing to get working on his chores. It was a simple routine and Tracker liked to stick to it. The morning walk was his favorite part of the day, since the air hadn't warmed yet and the animals were too drowsy to run away from such a small creature that posed no threat anyway. Plus, the cool air gave relief to his sensitive nose. When the temperature increased, the air became laced with the smell of sweat, which was extremely unpleasant when one could smell truffles at 600 yards.

Something unusual met his nostrils. Pointing his blue nose to the equally blue sky, Tracker sniffed gingerly. There it was again. It smelled like a smurf- kind of sweet and flowery- but there was something he couldn't place. A bit like Smurfette, but he knew that she slept until noon at least. She wouldn't be up this early and DEFINITELY not in the forest. Beneath the smurfette scent, there was something else.

This seems worth investismurfing, Tracker thought, following his nose to the source of the odd aroma. He sniffed his way around trees and shrubs, avoiding flowers or anything that would throw him off of the trail.

The smell grew very strong when he neared a large willow tree. Tracker slid his gaze around, searching for the owner of the strange scent, but found nothing. He sniffed again, his nose verifying that the source was very nearby. He started around the base of the trunk, thinking maybe the tree was blocking his vision.

A flash of blue and red caught his eyes. Tracker spun around to see a smurf, or, more appropriately, a smurfette, leaning against a tree, watching him intently.

She had on a red poncho with a brown zig-zag across the middle. Her hands were folded in her lap, legs covered in the traditional smurf trousers, yet hers were beige. Wavy black hair framed an attentive face and black glasses were perched upon her nose. A white smurf hat with a feather, much like his own except hers was golden in color instead of red, sat on her head.

For a minute or two, they just stared at each other. Then, the strange smurfette stood and started towards Tracker. Surprisingly, he felt his own feet slide forward as well, as if being guided by an unseen force. The two smurfs stopped nose to nose to each other.

The smurfette spoke first. Her voice was soft and gentle, as if she thought that if she spoke, she would scare Tracker away. "A-are you a… male?"

Tracker drew back, slightly offended. Crossing his arms over his bare chest, he retorted, "As sure as you're standing there I'm male!"

She started to circle him, taking in every detail with obvious interest. Tracker didn't move his feet, but he allowed his upper body to twist and turn to keep the smurfette in his sight. She stopped in front of Tracker again, apparently finished studying him. "I've never seen a male smurf before."

Tracker looked at her, confused beyond belief. Only male smurf exist, save for Smurfette and Sassette. Female smurf are not natural. They have to be created, right? At least, both Smurfette and Sassette were. "Yes, well, I've only ever met two smurfettes!"

Her eyes flicked to the ground, brow furrowing. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that in a bad way."

There was a strange silence as the two smurfs stood awkwardly, refusing to meet each others' eyes.

"So," Tracker broke the quiet spell, "Where do you live?"

The smurfette's eyes slid shut, body growing still. Then, she opened her eyes again and with nothing but hard realization in them, she answered.

"I don't remember."