There's a Pokemon called Haxorus? Looking at some of its moves, I think it kinda fits.
I currently have two challenges in the reviews...one is crazy in an amazing sense and the other would be completely hilarious to do with...Firestar's been eliminated. It'd do fine with Blackstar.
But now? Now is no time for such challenges. Theses are serious times. With serious times we get serious challenges. And this is the most serious challenge:
What time is it, Mr. Clock?

Pricklekit stared at Russetfur. "Who are you?"

"My name is Russetfur," Russetfur told him. "Former deputy of ShadowClan, second most recent addition to StarClan*, and chef of this terrible show."

"Quite impressive," Pricklekit agreed. "Since you got breakfast all ready, can you do me a favor?"

"What would be your pleasure, sir?"

"...Can I have a fish?"

"A fish? You want a fish? I do not fish, for that requires much more aliveness than I have. Catch your own fish."

Dirtplace camera...

Russetfur "I am a former ShadowClan cat. I do not catch fish. Water is evil. Next question?"

Pricklekit "A single fish is all I asked..."

Pricklekit sighed. "Then do you have a large balloon?"

"Here." Russetfur handed Pricklekit a giant balloon. "Air not included."

"Not a problem." Pricklekit grabbed a giant pump out of nowhere and blew it full of air. Then he pulled out a pair of scissors and popped the balloon. Long story short, the other contestants woke up quickly.

"My ears!" Jayfeather moaned. "My beautiful ears! You killed them! You fool!"

"Did I really?" Pricklekit asked.

"What?"

"DID I REALLY KILL YOUR EARS?" Pricklekit yowled.

"No need to shout. My ears are fine."

"Jayfeather! You have been selected as the odd man out in today's challenge."

"O...kay..." Jayfeather trailed off, wondering what this meant.

"Today we're playing a classic game from Spottedpaw13's childhood," Pricklekit reported. "She can't remember if it was a fox or a clock, but clocks make more sense. It's called 'What Time is it, Mr. Clock?"

"This sounds like the worst game ever," Blackstar muttered.

"This sounds like the best game ever!" Sorreltail exclaimed.

"Great," Pricklekit told her. "Jayfeather is going to be our clock. Everyone else will say 'What time is it, Mr. Clock?' and Jayfeather will give you a time. You walk forward that many steps."

"Boooooring," Cloudtail growled.

"If Jayfeather says midnight, you all scream and run back where you started. If Jayfeather catches you, you're out. When we get to the last cat and if that cat is from ShadowClan, Rochambeau will break the tie."

"Much better," Graystripe agreed.

"Shall we begin?" Pricklekit asked.

"Never," Flametail said.

"Go ahead," Pricklekit said to the contestants.

"What time is it, Mr. Clock?" Blackstar hissed.

"2:13," Jayfeather mewed.

"Stick to solid hours, and no military time allowed. We are sticking to 12 hours. No AM or PM, or I cut your head with cheese," Pricklekit told Jayfeather.

"You certainly underexplained this challenge," Jayfeather muttered.

"It's designed for young Twoleg children, the equivalent of your 5 moon old kit," Pricklekit growled. "It's simple, but you're making it complicated. Carry on."

"It's 2 o'clock!" Jayfeather told Blackstar.

Blackstar, Russetfur, Flametail, Cloudtail, Graystripe, and Sorreltail each took two steps forward.

"What time is it Mr. Clock?" Flametail asked.

"11 o'clock," Jayfeather replied.

The contestants each took 11 steps.

"What time is it Mr. Clock?" generic contestant asked.

"11 o'clock," Jayfeather said.

Each of the contestants took 11 steps.

"What time is it Mr. Clock?" Graystipe asked.

"Midnight," Jayfeather said.

Blackstar screamed and ran as fast as he could to the starting point.

Everyone else just watched him before following him, without the screaming.

Except for Graystripe. Graystripe forgot to run, so he just stared at Blackstar with the oddest look on his face.

Jayfeather jumped on top of Graystripe. "I got you!"

"He's doing better than I imagined," Pricklekit commented.

Jayfeather jumpped off of Graystripe, veered off to the left, and ran into the wall. He then lost consciousness.

"Never mind," Pricklekit growled. "Forget the meddy kitty, everyone. I'm taking over his role this challenge."

Jayfeather opened his eyes to see himself in a starry forest. Nearby, he saw Birchfall talking with a StarClan cat he did not know.

"That there is Brindleface, Ferncloud's mother." Jayfeather turned to see Yellowfang nodding at the other StarClan cat. "I'm glad to see you've taken time out of your busy schedule to see this. It's urgent."

Jayfeather rolled his eyes and turned back towards Birchfall and Brindleface.

"A blessing on your head," Brindleface told Birchfall. "To see a daughter wed. And such a son-in-law, like no one ever saw, the warrior Tigerheart."

Jayfeather gave Brindleface the same look Birchfall was giving his grandmother.

Meanwhile, Pricklekit told the other cats it was midnight.

Blackstar and Cloudtail, who was mocking Blackstar, screamed and pelted for the start. The other cats rolled their eyes and followed them as Graystripe danced in the background.

"Tigerheart?" Birchfall asked Brindleface.

"A worthy tom is he," Brindleface told Birchfall. "Of faithful family. She's named for Jayfeather's, late ancient sweet sister, the caring Dove's Wing."

Birchfall was now thoroughly confused. Jayfeather, however, understood completely. He could feel anger bubbling up inside of him, but he was more concerned about Birchfall's reaction to what he had heard.

Birchfall blinked. "You must have heard wrong, grandmother, there's no warrior. Dovepaw's tpp young for love to be creeping through her fur."

Brindleface shook her head. "I mean a warrior, Birchfall, my dear grandkit. Your little Dovepaw whom you won't permit, Tigerheart's her perfect fit."

Birchfall stared at Brindleface.

"For such a match few prayed, from somewhere it was made, forbidden it may be, there's little you could see, the warrior Tigerheart."

Jayfeather rolled his eyes. "This is the weirdest vision ever."

"Stay alert, Jayfeather," Yellowfang told him. "Love latches onto a cat like greencough and can only grow stronger without proper care."

Back at the challenge, only Cloudtail and Flametail were left. Pricklekit was about to give them a time when Jayfeather gained consciousness.

"Ugghhhh..." Jayfeather moaned.

"Are you okay?" Sorreltail asked him.

"That stupid little cat," Jayfeather hissed under his breath.

"I beg your pardon?" Sorreltail asked.

"I quit," Jayfeather said as Pricklekit caught Cloudtail.

"ThunderClan loses!" Pricklekit announced.

"You...quit?" Graystripe asked.

"I quit," Jayfeather repeated. "Since we lost, I'll go now and we can skip the elimination. I have things to take care of back home."

"Hey! No one skips elimination unless I say so!" Pricklekit growled. "We are having an elimination, sir, and you cannot leave unless you are eliminated."

Elimination...

"We have our cat to eliminate chosen," Pricklekit announced.

"Did I win the lottery?" Jayfeather inquired.

"Not this time. Today's lucky number is Graystripe."

"FOX DUNG!" Jayfeather spat.

"Oh no," Graystripe whispered. "Erm...I'll go now." Graystripe then left.

"I said I quit! Why vote out Graystripe? He can see!" Jayfeather demanded.

"Graystripe forgot about the challenge. He's getting old," Sorreltail told him.

"Old like Mousefur old or old like Dustpelt?" Jayfeather asked.

"Somewhere around Dustpelt," Cloudtail mewed.

"Then he's not quite insane. He's useful."

*Not including cats who do not make an impact on the series, for I have an alternate fan-made destiny for them. By the way, I imagine Russetfur speaking with a french accent in this scene.
I did not use the Dirtplace camera. Why? It wasn't necessary.

Well, Jayfeather had a vision and can't do anything about it. Graystripe can't remember what's happening. And Blackstar screams like a girl. This is progress. This is progress.

I do not own Fiddler on the Roof. That belongs to other people. Songs just keep getting stuck in my head. Like The Dream, The Rumor, and P-p-p-Poker Face P-p-Poker Face.