This would be before the bad guys would bust him out of jail.

Clive would be moping around in his cell. He was pretty bored, since he had nothing to do. He had already done all of his daytime chores. Clive debated on whether he should go to sleep or not. He felt compelled to stay up a little longer. Clive would lean against the wall.

"So boring... I could almost fall asleep right here..."

Clive would mutter, his voice barely above a whisper. Clive's fur would sway as the wind came by through his cell.

For context: Clive was in jail (or the pound as they call it) because he was charged with assault, illegal drug trafficking, illegal possession of a firearm, and many counts of 2nd degree murder. But despite Clive's bad exterior, he was a good man on the inside. He just never showed it to anybody.