Phroglings are strange little clay squatters, sculpted one at a time by hand. Each one turns up where it isn't strictly invited — a forgotten teacup, a wonky cobblestone, the last warm step of a porch — and, if you let it stay, trades shelter for small, strange luck.

This site is part workshop, part field guide. We catalogue known species, log sightings from keepers everywhere, and collect the half-remembered lore that's grown up around them. No two Phroglings are alike — a little grumpy, a little lucky, and entirely their own.

It all began, the old stories say, with a teacup left out in the rain and a tiny sign that read “OCCUPIED.”