Daryl's crossbow was up and a bolt fired in a split second. He aimed for where Thomas was going and managed to get him nicely in the thick part of his thigh. Wouldn't do a lot of damage, but it'd slow him down and hopefully make him think twice about jumping the cats again.

He moved as soon as the bolt was off, making sure to get his own ass gone to another roof and hidden while he called down some requests to the cats nearby who relayed them to the rest of the herd. A few had freaked out by the jumping man and broken away to return to their normal haunts, but most had stayed and they continued to hamper Thomas' way, converging and reforming the barrier in front of where he'd landed. The other side of the group nice and open if he'd like an unobstructed way to leave their presence. And one that wouldn't get wooden arrows shot through him.