One part of my name is sour, the other has bite, I’m more social than ready to fight.

I come from an egg, yet the egg came before me.

gold, black, or green is my armor's sheen though i have no sword to fight. i bear great stag and rhino's horns, yet fly to reach your height.

A swashbuckling cat wore me during his quest, To prove that a feline can be dressed for the best. I am England’s name for the back storage car part, And what a computer does to warm up and start.

A crystal palace to hold the sun's rays, Nurturing life in a protective embrace. Whatever the season, I grow in private, But too much of my gases might change your climate.