Cat six, in four pairs, whisks me. In turn I bring infinite pups and kitties.

I ask no permission before I descend. I hide sharp edges and blur where things end. I have sheltered kings from winter's bite, And spared their allies from judgment's light. I may silence a mountain beneath silent white, Or smother dissent with a single decree. Whatever lies beneath me, Soon becomes harder to see. What am I?

I’m often found with a bunch of friends, Passing time hanging around. The longer I sit out, the more golden I become, But leave me for too long and I begin to tarnish. Watch your step when I undress, Lest you wish to fall.

By the sea, long and weathered, a tale unfolds, Where waves' gentle whispers and time have molded. Once proud and tall, now a story it tells, Of journeys untold while the ocean swells.

I can help you win Wimbledon or lose your neighbors’ patience.