"Just make sure you don't touch any of his wounds. His scruff seems relatively undamaged, maybe you could drag him from there," Strawpelt mewed, flicking her tail at Oaktooth's scruff. "I'll meet you in the medicine den, I just have to prepare a place for him," she said, then scurried off to go and clear a spot. She grabbed some of the fresher moss in the back, and swept away some dust with a few flicks of her tail, then gently set down the moss, shifting it until it was in a position that she liked. Then, she went to go and look at the supplies, making sure she had everything she needed.
Oaktooth's laboured breaths were soft, and barely audible.
OOC: last day as Strawpelt, my sis' coming again tomorrow. :3 I'm not sure if we've work out the MC/MCA problem yet...