I hop but I’m not a rabbit, I croak but I’m not a bird. I love damp places and moonlit nights. What am I?

Sometimes used to knock down beasts, a friendly bar game makes use of me. A deer when running hither and tither, a piercing glance, an iron sliver.

Just relax says the lumberjack With me in his hand, threatening death I make the trees fear what they know will come Cuz I chop chop chop till the day is done

Your cat loves me Your grandma needs me I come in fancy colors The further I roll the smaller I get

I prefer a place in the shadow and humidity. But I'm no mushroom, I am of the vascular variety. My friends and I like to be together. and my arms fan out like many a feather.