Don't bother me, I'll bother you! With claws and fur I'll quarrel. The first half of me sounds like the mood I'm in, though I'm not really amoral. My second half: Remove the e, I'm simply just a growl. I can be quite the honey, then undaunted I will prowl.

I live just above and just below the surface of the ocean or sea. Add ER to my end and I become nineteen-fifty’s slang for the God-given herb.

I have no seeds and I have no bloom, I use tiny spores to fill the room. I lived with the T-Rex and ancient beast, On shadows and moisture is how I feast. Put me in the sun and I will burn, Toward the window is where I turn. I’m a common houseplant called a...?

This king is the pride of his peers on the safari

My plants, they are mostly shrubs, Woodless, no roots can grow deep. A certain line I exist above, With soil trapped in frigid sleep. My children three they are, and two are opposites too. The third sounds like where we got the words 'yodelayheehoo!'