I have a long arm but no muscles, and I can throw things further than any athlete. I was born in ancient times to knock down walls, yet I never use a hammer. I’m not a plane, but I can make things fly; I’m not a feline, but my name starts with a cat. What am I?

A solitary giant, standing tall and silent, guardian of stories untold, carved by time's steady hand, unmoved by the waves of change.

HERE COME DOTS If you rearrange the above letters, In a particular way. You will discover a form of communication, That was popular back in the day. What am I?

Music group that gathers no moss and has surprising sympathy

I claim the king, I claim the thief, I end all joy, I end all grief. No wealth or power keeps me far, I make all equal, as they are.