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With a halo of water and a tongue of wood; stone as skin long I stood.
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?
I'm as simple as a circle worthless as a leader; but when I follow a group their strength increases tenfold. By myself I'm practically nothing.
I have cities with no people forests with no trees and oceans with no water.
There is one in every corner and two in every room.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?