CASH LOST IN 'EM The letters above are all you need, To spell out contraptions into which you feed, Metallic discs or paper bills. When one pays out big it will give you thrills.

An onomatopoeic sound tied to basketball, shoes in particular, after all. A flourished squiggle that carries weight, representing speed and sounding oh so sweet.

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.

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?

This word holds meaning even when letters are removed - but only one at a time. Full, it is a place to rest. With the second removed, it is how you rest. With the last removed, it becomes somewhere traversed yet not fully explored.