I walk in silence but wear a roar, A coat of fire with stripes galore. I am not a house cat though I purr, I hunt through grass in a blur. My eyes are bright, my steps are light, I move like shadow through the night. What am I, fierce yet graceful too, A striped wild hunter strong and true?

My leaves turn to fire, a vibrant display, My sap, a sweet treasure, to brighten your day. What am I, a symbol of autumn's grand spree?

This riddle is an easy one, just think of what grows in the sun. Colorful and nice to see, now what container holds onto me?

A wind-shifting overlook. Or a rather spicy book.

Before you jump into a muddy one of these, listen to Peppa and put on your boots.