I do not own Teen Wolf in anyway shape or form. If I did. Well lets just say Stiles would get to be something cool. Takes place after season two and runs different from season three. But the Alpha pack still shows up in it. And this is rated M for a reason. So no bitching for the smexy scenes.

WILDCAT FIGHTS

(ha puns)

Wind rustles the leaves on the forest floor. As a crescent moon hung in the sky. All was quiet for a small rabbit as it searched for food. Unaware of it's watcher as it stocked closer. Using the bushes as cover. Peering through the leaves was a pair of golden green eyes. Waiting for it's chance to...

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BRR. BRR. BRR. BRR.

"MMMM" Groaning Stiles rolled over to turn off his alarm clock. Sitting up he rubbed his face. "Mn. That dream again. Man maybe I'm hanging out with Scott and his wolf business to much. I'm starting to dream like I'm a one of them." A knock on his door brought Stiles out of his thoughts.

Looking up he saw his Dad pock his head in. "Oh good you are up." The Sheriff smiled and walked over to his son's bed. "I remember when I had to pry you out of bed." The Sheriff laughed. Stiles looked at his like he was starting to grow a second head. "Dad is something wrong?" The Sheriff coughed is surprised. "Why would you ask that Son?" "Well the last time you did this. You had to go into work. When we had made plans to go camping. Just the two of us." The Sheriff sighed. "I was hoping you'd forgotten that." "Yeah I know." The Sheriff gave his son a pointed look at that. "Well this isn't like that."

Bring his hands out from behind his back. The Sheriff said. "Look I know you're birthday isn't for a couple of days. And I thought that you might want to spend it with you're friends." Stiles tried to contradict his father at this. But his father smiled and shakes his head. "So I thought you'd like to have you're birthday present a little early." Handing Stiles the thing he was hiding behind his back.

It turned out to be a small box with a gold bow on it. Stiles stared at the small thing in his hand. It was a wooden box with a craving of a wild cat on it. "Dad is this..." His Dads smile just got bigger at his son's surprise. "Well open it." Stiles looked up at his father then back down at the wooden box in his hands. Taping the small latch in the shape of a cats paw on the front of the box. He opened the box reveling two silver rings. Jerking his head up. Stiles stared at his father. Tears glistening in his eye's. "Are these?" The Sheriff nodded. "Yeah their her's. She wanted to pass them on to you on you're seventeenth birthday." Reaching over he swiped his thumb over Stiles' cheek. Wiping away a tear that escaped his eye. Looking down at the two ring then back up to his father. Stiles lent into his father hugging tight. "I had them resized for you." The Sheriff said hugging Stiles in return. "I hope I got the sizes right. If not we can go and get them sized right." Stiles nodded into his shoulder.

Pulling back from the hug the Sheriff wiped at his eyes. "Happy early birthday Stiles." Stiles glanced back down to the rings in the box. Tears still filling his eyes. "Well try them on. I want to see if I got the size right." Stiles nodded. Picking up the two rings. He looked them over. One of them had the image of a crescent moon on it. While the other had an image of a shadowed cats paw. They where the exactly like he remembered them to be. "Remember their thumb rings stiles. The paw one go on you're dominate hand and the moon on the other." The Sheriff said as Stiles held up the two rings.

"I know. I remember." Stiles said putting the rings on the right hands. They fit like the two rings were made for him. The Sheriff sighed in relief. "Thank god." Stiles looked up at his father. "I was afraid I had got the sizes wrong." The Sheriff said flopping his back down on to the bed. Smiling Stiles brought the rings up to look at the in the early morning light. They caught the light of the sun in away that made them look like they were glowing.

The Sheriff gave a sad chuckle. Snapping Stiles out of his musings and look at his Dad. "You're Mom used to look at them the same thing. You remind me so much of her." Stiles smiled. Laying down and curling into the Sheriff's side hugging him tight. "Thank you. I know I'm not easy to deal with most of the time." Returning the hug the Sheriff said. "No you're not. But I wouldn't trade if for the world." Stiles nuzzled his dad shoulder. "I love you Dad." Smiling the Sheriff patted his son. "I love you too Son. Now come on I have breakfast waiting for us down stares."

At this Stiles popped his head up. The Sheriff sat up shaking his head. 'He's just like her.' Patting his son's knee the Sheriff stood up. "Come on lets go eat. I made you're favorite. Blueberry and chocolate chip pancakes." Stiles jump up and bolted out of his room after his Dad said the words blueberry and chocolate chip pancakes.

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That day Stiles spent the whole day with his Dad. Talking about what he wanted to do for his birthday. When the day came Stiles and his Dad spent the whole morning together. Like they always did on one of they're birthdays. Around noon Scott and his Mom along with Isaac where the first to show up at the Stilinski home. Next was Lydia dragging a reluctant Jackson with Danny right behind. Danny had been told about werewolves after Jackson had been cured of the kanima. Shortly after them Erica and Boyd came in. All saying happy birthday. Lydia and Erica both gave Stiles a kiss on the cheek.

Stiles face went beat red and got a goofy grin stretching ear to ear. The girls giggled at the birthday boy.

The small party went on for a couple of hours. Stiles got some great gifts from his friends. Scott and his mom had gotten him a new X-box 360 game. Isaac had gotten him some seat covers for his jeep. Lydia got him some new shirts and pants to go with them. "Now you'll have something hot to where now." She said when she handed them over. Jackson just handed him a gift card for I-tunes. Boyd and Erica gave him some old looking books on werewolf lore. "It was a bitch trying to find books that you didn't have already." Erica said Boyd nodding behind her. Danny gave him a gift card for a year long membership to W.o.W..

Stiles loved the gifts he got from his friends. But he wished that one person would have at least came to wish him a happy birthday. He and the Pack sat down in the living room and played Stiles' new X-box game D.O.A. 5 and held a small tournament. It turns out that Lydia was whooping them all. "What a girl like me can't kick ass in a fighting game?" Lydia said as the others looked at her in disbelief.

Stiles just shook his head. Rubbing a hand over his face. As he did this his ring caught a beam of light reflecting it out. Lydia caught the flash and zeroed in on them. "Ooh Stiles when did you get the new rings?" Everyone in the room looked over at him. Then to his hands and saw two silver bands one on each hand. Stiles looked at her then down to his hands. "My Dad gave them to me a couple of days ago.

They used to belong to my mother." Scooting closer to him. She held out her hands and asked. "Can I see them?" Stiles got a worried look and closed his thumbs in his fists. "You don't have to take them off. I just want to have a closer look at them." Lydia rushed out noticing Stiles distress.

At this point the others had moved closer to take a look at the rings now. Slowly Stiles held out his hands with the rings facing up. Taking his hands Lydia examined the two rings. "You're mother had good taste." "Thank you." As Lydia turned his hands over Erica pointed to his right hand. "Hey is that a cats paw?" Stiles nodded. "Yeah and the other one has a crescent moon on it." Lydia turned his left hand over and sure enough there was a crescent moon on it. Boyd started to chuckle at this and clap Stiles on the shoulder. "Guess your a cat among wolfs now. Huh pussy cat." Everyone laughed at this even stiles.

The tournament went on for a little while longer with Lydia coming out on top and Stiles in second. "Aren't you suppose to lets the birthday boy win." Stiles grumbled under his breath. Lydia looked over at him and said. "Not likely Stilinski." Then handed him a slip of paper. "My gamertag. If ever you wont to get you're ass handed to you again." Stiles just snorted taking the slip of paper. Everyone started to leave soon after the tournament all waving bye as they left. Saying they had fun and we should do this more often.

Stiles waved Scott and his Mom off. Being the last to leave. They had stayed and helped clean up the mess of the party. Yawning the Sheriff said night to his Son and heading up to his room. Smiling Stiles collected his new cloths and books. And headed up to his room. Placing cloths in his closet and setting the books on his desk. Stiles notices a medium sized box on his bed. It was covered in red wrapping with a small card on it saying. "Happy birthday. Derek." With a shocked look Stiles unwrapped the box to reveal a leather jacket with a cloth hood. There was another not on it. 'Now you're like the rest of the pack.' Picking up the jacket. Stiles reviled in the smooth leather. Walking over to his closet Stile neatly hung the new jacket swearing to where it to school in the next few days. "Best birthday ever." Stiles said walk over to his bed and fall straight to sleep.

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Ok somethings I for got to put up at the top is that. Erica and Boyd didn't run away that night. After Chris let the go they went back to Derek. I'm sorry for the overly fluff in the beginning with Stiles and the Sheriff. I just think that passing down of a family heirloom is really emotional thing and I just wanted to convey that. And if you want the standings in the tournament ask me in the review. If a lot of you want to know I will post it with the next chapter. Now to bed I have work in the morning and I have to be up by 6 and it's 1:08 now so I'm going to be dragging ass as it is. So night.