yes, yes, I love catboy Ocelot, but I feel like we need to talk more about old cat ocelot...
His ears and tail are a nice silver now. His tail still has slight, darker grey spotted markings. He's somehow managed through all his life of hardship and battle to not have scars or chips in his ears or tail. It's actually quite impressive.
He prowls more in his age. Saunters around with a heavy feline grace that knows it does not need to be loud to have a threatening presence. Sometimes, he's felt before he's seen. Like when you know you're being stared at by something primal and dangerous.
When he was younger, he was more excitable. He couldn't hold back sometimes with prey in front of him, the thrill of the chase, torturing his prey, his instinctual predator-like urges were harder to tame. Now that he's older, he truly takes his time to stalk. Doesn't make moves to run, but don't be fooled, he's still chasing down whatever or whoever he has his eyes set upon. His eyes still dilate when he corners someone.
One of the only sure-fire ways to see that he is interested in something is the simple flick of an ear or the slight twitching of the tip of his tail. He never was able to outgrow that, even through some self-hypnosis, it remained an ever-present thing.
His gloves are outfitted to fit his claws. Either they have space and strength in them so they won't tear open, or little slits at the top of each finger of the glove so his claws can poke out.
Still has a habit of scratching/marking territories that he deems are his. Used to do it a lot more when he was younger, but now only does it around his designated interrogation rooms or his quarters.