Redhawk Caldera Don't Shake It So Hard

Taking a gentle paw, the golden teen dipped his paw in the medicine, and softly placed it across the hind of his comrade. Only after he made sure that he would place it directly on the wound, did he starts spreadin the cleanin stuffz. Swish, swish, swish, plop.
Another pawful.
Swish, swish, swish, plop.
Final pawful.
Swish, swish, swish, plop.

Ash took his a step back, admiring his neat and hopefully successful ashtastic job. He could smell the bacteria bein murdered, as his heart throbbed.
The golden pelted dude took a small rabbit pelt, and wiped a lime green colored paw on the soft fur. He knew he couldn't lick this particular med off of him, because the chemical concoction would not agree with the particular bacteria in his stomach, and he would get violently sick.