My name can be deceiving, for I have not a scale. I show no blood when injured, and can grow back all five tails. You’d think I’m in the sky, in a constellation trail. But I’m within my element, on the bed searching for snails.

Corners four and sides the same, a resting spot in life's busy game. With secrets stored or gifts adorned, a simple shape, yet much adored.

At my front we have one of the strongest bugs that live in a hill, just without the tea I hope. At the end we have what you will be if you're bitten by a supernatural lycanthrope. The coolest letter you doodled in school is in the middle. Assembled well and you will solve this riddle.

I can be clean. I can be dirty. You may want to use me at your own risk. However, if you brave the nasty, you will be relieved at the end. What am I?

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?