I look like a tiny forest, and am mostly hated by those I nourish.

First three are a nocturnal menace, one that purrs with a smile as it breaks your things. Last three are a way to say family, or a four letter word for nice, but remove the d, or the last three of paper used at dinner. Put together I'm a six letter slim dangling flower, from willows and birch.

I’m the center of attention when you aim I’m falsely accused to take the blame I give structure and support if you can guess my name.

Three letters I have, Mostly used on sea, For pushing the water, Or smacking naughty.

I can hold things for you Or you can hold onto me I can make quite a mess Or I can be a trophy