The Riddles And Clues

Riddle 1
Bright and yellow, light and cheery
I do not like my flower to be dreary
I try hard to improve my self-confidence
My clan skills give me an excellent defense.
What flower would you give me, and who am I?

Riddle 2
My flower may be short of life
But its vibrant color many cherish.
My presence may cause strife,
But my medical skills help many who would perish.
What flower would you give me, and who am I?

Riddle 3
My flower has many meanings,
But to me it was a gift, given in ink,
A sign of new beginnings,
Many small blossoms in white and pink.
What flower would you give me, and who am I?

Riddle 4
My flower is common and round
And represents a mother’s love.
But bring me to the brink,
And I’ll crush you in chains like a glove.
Who am I, and what flower AND WHAT COLOR OF FLOWER would you give me?

Riddle 5
I’m not like the others;
Just give me cash to pay my debt.
I do not care what flower I get,
But one thing fills me with fear,
So send me any flower but those,
Or I’ll heaven kick you into next year.
Who am I, and what flower would you NOT give me?

Riddle 6
My flower and I have a special connection.
When I lose weight, I gain wings.
That’s why I eat so many confections.
My flower attracts many tiny winged things.
Who am I, and what flower would you give me?

Riddle 7
My flower represents unnoticed emotional feelings.
Unnoticed because I’m watching girls from outside the bathhouse!
I just love all these pretty girls’ squealings!
Sometimes I get punched and end up with a *cloven lip*!
Who am I, and what flower would you give me?

Riddle 8
Teams are one of the most valuable things,
Greater than rules, greater than kings,
My flower can mean love, or sorrow, or desire, or grace,
But in this color, friendship is the case.
Who am I, and what flower AND COLOR OF FLOWER would you give me?

Riddle 9
I fight with fists and feet and the power of youth.
I believe in hot blooded truth.
I use my flower in my destructive attack.
Sadly this sometimes makes my bones crack.
Who am I, and what flower would you give me?

Riddle 10
Starting crisp and clean and blank and pale,
A few deft folds bring shape to my flower.
With flicks of hands more fall like sharpened hail;
An endless barrage to show my power.
Who am I, and what flower would you give me?

Riddle 11
Some say I’m like yin and yang;
“Chatterbox” is the name given to me by my *.
I don’t know if I have a favorite flower,
But I’d like a little brother.
Who am I, and what would you give me?

Riddle 12
Love was once a curse to me;
I branded myself as art.
When others saw me they would flee.
Now I’ve grown to Accept Love into my Heart.
My flower is my hobby, I grow them in the sand.
Who am I, and what would flower you give me?